Title: Shattered Hearts and Broken Glass
Author: Katem_23
Rating: Pg-13

Disclaimer: This chapter is actually mine, I own the character, and her thoughts and actions. I don't own any pop culture references that i may come up with in my time, and I do not own Everwood, Colorado. The quote is from the song The Places You Have Come to fear the Most , by Dashboard Confessional.

Summary: A girl running away from the life she had, and didn't want to have arrives in Everwood. Minimal interaction with known characters at first, but will have more later on. Keep an open mind, the show hasn't been on long enough for you not to.

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Chapter 1 - The places you have come to fear the most
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// Laced with brilliant smiles, and shining eyes, and perfect make-up, but you're barely scraping by. //


She ran. The entire way to the bank, and then quickly slid the card out of her pocket and into the machine. With a quick grace she punched in the PIN number, and withdrew $1, 000. She folded the bills and shoved them into her left cargo pocket. She impatiently waited for the reciept to print out before removing the card and bolting out of the building.

She hailed a taxi and gave directions to the small house on the other side of town. When they arrived, she handed the cabbie a $20 bill and got out of the car. She walked up the steps and halted in front of the door, looking at her appearance.


She fixed her long, brown hair, pulling it into a high, messy bun on top of her head. She wiped her fingers underneath her eyes, making sure that her eyeliner and mascara wasn't running down her face. She'd been up all night, and probably looked like crap, but right now she didn't care.

There was no doorbell, she peeked in the window and saw that there was a cereal box out on the kitchen table. She opened the glass door and knocked on the one made of thin wood that was behind it. A few seconds passed before a frazzled-looking woman answered the door. She took a deep breath and waited as she watched the woman glance her over, taking in the details of the teenage girl that stood in front of her.


Can I help you? the woman asked
Yes, I'd like to buy your car. I have cash.
The woman looked skeptical, Can you afford this?
She replied by pulling the stack of money out of her pocket, and handing it to the woman.
Come inside.

An hour later she pulled out of the driveway in a beat-up 1987 Chevrolet sedan. It was grey, and had rust surrounding the wheels, but it had less than 50,000 kilometers on it and that was all she cared about. All the car had to do was get her out of the town. Out of the state. Away from this life.

Her eyes focused on the road, until she saw the steady stream of building melt away and she met open road. Looking up she saw a sign reading Now leaving Craigleith, Come back soon. She took a deep breath and pressed down on the gas pedal. Not if I can help it.' she thought to herself. Her mind drifted, she tried not to think of what lay behind or ahead, and just focus on being, but it was a difficult task given the situation. She just drove, and focused on putting as many miles in between herself, and the place she used to call home.