Chapter 1

It felt weird at first. The moment it happened it didn't feel real at all. It felt like a sensation with no strings attached. It was just a loud bang and then all of a sudden I was flying through the air. Like, really flying. Soaring through the skies. It felt amazing. It didn't feel like I was ever going to land. But then I did and all the things I should've felt hit me like a tonne of bricks. Everything hurt. My head especially. I tried to sit up but a barrage of hands stopped me.

"It's okay, dear. Just stay there. The ambulance will be here soon." A fragile old lady with thick glasses and wrinkled features instructed. Ambulance? I didn't feel that bad. I ignored what everyone was saying and sat up anyway. Big mistake. My whole world was spinning and it made my head hurt even more.

"Okay, lay back down. You must be suffering from shock." A middle-aged lady with a sharp nose and chin with a skinny face and body told me. They helped me back down and I waited patiently for the ambulance to arrive.

I remember everything with such clarity. The narrow road with the truck heading towards us. The bright headlights beaming into my eyes in contrast to the dimly lit lane my mum was driving in. The horns honking and then the crash.

"Mum!" I suddenly exclaimed.

"It's okay, dear. The ambulance is coming." The old lady said. A group of women were in the corner of my vision gossiping, saying that we can't have been wearing our seatbelts. I doubt that was true. But it could've been. I mean, I was so preoccupied with that stupid fight. Suddenly a piercing siren and bright flashing lights came thundering towards me. A busy sound invaded my ears until all I could hear were the paramedics.

"Hello love. What's your name?" The woman asked as the man started checking me for any injuries other than the obvious ones he could see.

"Luna Fox." I answered.

"And how old are you?" She asked.

"Seventeen. Where's my mum? I want my mum." I answered, trying not to cry. She looked at her co-worker awkwardly.

"Let's take you to the hospital, okay?" She said. The paramedics got me on a stretcher and into the ambulance before I was whisked away to the hospital. I was wheeled in to the big, white, pristine building. I was put under sedation practically as soon as I was in so I don't remember much more after that.

When I woke up everything seemed so bright. It felt like I was having a staring contest with the sun itself. When everything went back into focus, I realised I was alone in the hospital room. I looked around for the button to alert the nurses. Once I found it I hit it as hard as I could considering I felt really weak at the moment. A nurse came strolling in really casually and went to check everything.

"Hello Luna. How are you feeling?" She asked. I almost wanted to throttle the woman. How did she think I was feeling?

"Confused. Where's my mum?" I asked. She looked uncomfortable at that question. Why was everyone avoiding it?

"Someone's going to come in soon to talk to you about everything. I'm just here to check that you're okay." She answered. I felt content enough with that answer, but I was worried sick. Is she okay? A psychologist came in along with my doctor. The nurse left and then it was just us three.

"So, where's my mum?" I asked. The doctor sighed and sat down on the chair. The psychologist bowed her head in what I can only assume was dread.

"I'm afraid she suffered from major blood loss. She passed away almost immediately." She answered. I shook my head, no matter how much it hurt.

"No. There's no way she died and I didn't. There's no way!" I shouted.

"I understand that this is an extremely difficult time for you, but your grandparents are on their way." The doctor told me.

"You don't understand. There must be some mistake. We were both in that car. I can't be the only one who survived!" I exclaimed with tears in my eyes.

"There were some tests on the car. Your seatbelt was faulty. In a way it was lucky you were thrown from the car. Otherwise you would probably have died too." The doctor explained. I was in hysterical crying mode now. This can't be real, surely. They stayed with me until Gran and Grandpa came in the door. Their eyes were also raw from crying.

"Oh, look at you!" Gran sniffled before giving me a hug.

"No one should have to suffer through this." Grandpa said from the doorway.

"We'll leave you for a bit." The psychologist said. She and the doctor left the room.

"This is just some sick joke, right? I mean, mum... she can't be dead." I said, trying to hold back even more tears.

"We had to confirm that was her body, sweetheart. This is all too real." Grandpa said. He sat down on the chair next to the one Gran was sitting on and sighed in what could only be described as defeat.

"Listen, there's something else we need to discuss, and we should probably do it soon before anything else disrupts us." Gran said. I would've rather stuck pins in my eyes than have to handle even more bad news, but they're my grandparents and I felt like I had to listen to them. They've been there my whole life.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Well, we never thought we'd have to have this conversation, but now your mother's gone, it made us realise that we're not going to be around forever to look after you." Grandpa explained.

"Oh." I breathed out. "Well that's okay. I'm nearly eighteen anyway. I'm sure that..." I started.

"Sweetheart, you don't understand how tough the real world is. You've never been able to cope with having a real job. You're so hell-bent on becoming a singer that you don't even want to think about having a serious career. We're fine with that, but we wouldn't be able to support you. Especially when we're not around anymore." Grandpa said.

"So then where will I go?" I asked. Gran exhaled and ghosted her hand over mine in an attempt to prevent me breaking down even more.

"We're thinking it's time you met your father." She told me. My eyes widened and my heart started beating in my chest.

"What do you mean? No one knows who he is. You guys told me that he was just a stupid mistake that happened one time." I spoke. They looked at each other awkwardly. It just made me realise what a stupid mistake I made. Why did I ever believe that? It was all just a lie. "Okay, who is he really?" I asked angrily.

"Well, your mother and father were in a serious relationship. They were very much in love. The only problem was that he was moving back to his home country in America. He didn't want to. It's just that his parents had to move back there for work and he couldn't bear to split up from his family." Grandpa said.

"Your mother was so angry at that time. Bearing in mind she was only twenty then, she didn't understand why these bad things kept happening to her. First it was the dog passing away, then it was my father's cancer. Stuff just kept coming up and she was angry at the world. So when she found out she was pregnant with you she went straight away to tell your father." Gran told me.

"The only problem was that day they started packing and he already booked his tickets and found a place to live. Well, your mother just completely reached breaking point. So she left him. With no explanation." Grandpa said. I started to piece things together.

"So I'm assuming he hated her?" I asked.

Gran nodded her head and answered. "Once you were born she realised how stupid she'd been. She tried to call him but he didn't pick up. But it's been years since then, and we were thinking that now would be the right time to try and contact him, if that's alright with you."

I wanted to say no. My whole body was practically leaning towards that answer. But I felt bad for them and a little curious about my father. What was his name? What did he look like? Was I like him at all? These questions kept swirling about in my mind. So I decided on yes.

"Okay." I resigned.

"Oh sweetheart. You're such a good girl." Gran said, standing up to give me a hug. She then walked out of the door in order to try and contact my dad. My grandpa was still sitting where he was and was looking a bit down.

"Are you okay, gramps?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"Well, considering the circumstances, I'm doing okay. I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner. It's just that your mum didn't ever want you finding out." He explained. I nodded my head.

"I know. But if this guy hated my mum, that makes him an asshole, and if he's an asshole, why do I need to live with him?" I asked. He looked sad.

"Sweetie, you know that's not true. Plus, he wasn't a bad guy. He just thought your mother hated him. It must've hurt him like hell. He loved your mother." He said to me.

"Just not enough to stick around." I told him.

"Listen, if he's the same kind of person as he was seventeen years ago, then you can trust him." He said. I nodded my head but looked down. My eyes were brimming with tears again. How could anyone cope with this kind of situation?

"Does this mean I have to move to America?" I asked. He nodded his head sadly.

"Unfortunately sweetheart, if he still lives there, that's where you'll be going." He told me.

A couple of doctors came in to do some necessary check-ups on me. I did what they told me to and kind of zoned out. I was just so drained and tired that I fell asleep soon after. I woke up for a short amount of time. I didn't even bother opening my eyes. I heard a teeny bit of my grandparent's conversation saying that my father's parents live at that address and they passed Gran onto him or something. I don't really remember that well. When I properly woke up, they weren't there. I think visiting hours were over or something. But it was light out and when I checked the clock on the wall it seemed quite early in the morning, so I'm assuming they're going to come back soon. I checked my arms and all the drips were out, so I decided to get up and go to the bathroom.

Once I finished, I started looking around my room. It was filled with stuff. The bed took up most of the room, but there were chairs, medical equipment, and god-awful paintings that were hung up to make the room seem more homely, but it just felt so empty to me. Usually mum would always fill the room with life and laughter. I guess that's over now. There will never be a room that won't seem empty to me now. And all I can keep thinking about is the stupid fight I had with her just before it all happened. It was so petty now that I look back on it.

It was about this show, Supernatural. I was desperate to go to the convention. Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins, the stars of the show, would be there. As well as other members of the cast. It was so local and I saved enough money to go over the years, but when I asked her she was totally against it. Don't get me wrong, it was odd, but I could have gotten over not getting to meet a couple of famous actors. I won't ever get over having a dead mother. I just don't know why she was so hell-bent that I didn't go. She even got slightly annoyed when I started watching the show, but I guess she didn't mind so much after she found out I'd already seen a couple of episodes.

After breaking my train of thoughts to a halt, I decided I should look at myself in the mirror. I had so many cuts and scratches on my face and around my arms. It was awful. I had bruises everywhere. Through my one fully open eye I could see what my mum used to call "gorgeous green eyes." She used to say that my eyes are the first ones she fell in love with. I used to find that weird because, how could she fall in love with a pair of eyes? Especially mine. Apart from them being green, I didn't see what was so special about them. As I grew up I thought that maybe it was because she fell in love with my eyes. That made me feel special. But what if she wasn't talking about my eyes in particular. What if she was talking about my father's eyes? After all, hers were brown. I had to get the green colour from somewhere.

I couldn't bear to look at them now anyway. I just wanted to go back to my bed at home. Maybe it would fill me with the kind of familiarity that I needed right now. However, right now all I could hope to settle for is this lumpy hospital mattress. I crawled back under the covers, wincing at every slight movement that caused me pain. I decided to turn on the TV, but all that was on was the news, and it was all the usual boring stuff. Some dreadful wars going on, traffic piling up on a motorway somewhere, a silver lining story where everything seemed okay for a second, the prime minister announcing some sort of crazy new idea that might make the country better but it won't, and meteorologists who are all liars living in a fantasy world about what the weather will be tomorrow. It's all boring. Just as the news segment was finishing up, my grandparents came in.

"Good morning sweetheart. How are you feeling?" Gran asked, giving me a peck on the cheek with my grandpa following suit. I shrugged.

"Okay I guess. Everything hurts still, but it's getting better I suppose." I said, focusing my eyes back to the TV for a minute.

"Darling, would you turn off the television for a minute? We have something we'd like to talk to you about." Gran said. I switched the TV off with the remote and laid my eyes on Gran and grandpa.

"Well darling heart; we've managed to get in touch with your father. He's in the waiting room right now in fact." Grandpa said. My eyes widened and my heart felt like it was beating in my chest, climbing up my throat and trying to escape through my ears.

"The important part is; you don't have to meet him today if you don't want to. I know how overwhelming this must be. However, he's very excited to meet you. He just wishes the circumstances were better." Gran said.

"When did he get here?" I asked.

"Well, you were asleep for ages yesterday. We got in contact with him almost as soon as you fell asleep, and he was on the first plane here." She answered. I nodded my head and looked down. I was nervous as hell. My palms were sweating a river; I couldn't keep my eyes focussed on one place; and to top it all off I looked a mess which made me feel even worse. Surely he couldn't want me with my hair all frizzy and I look all scratched up. However, I decided it was better now than later. I'd keep putting it off otherwise.

"Okay. You can bring him in." I said. I took small sips of water as my Gran went out the door to get him.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I promise you that he's a good person. Give him a chance, and I know you'll get on." Grandpa told me. I nodded my head.

"I'll try. I promise." I said. I never break my promises. I heard footsteps coming nearer the room. My chest was tightening and I felt like I couldn't open my eyes every time I blinked them close, but when the door opened, I couldn't tear my eyes away.

The scruffy beard and light brown hair weren't an easy combination to miss. His dress sense was as familiar as I've ever known it to be. Suddenly everything was adding up. My father was Jensen Ackles. Now I need to see what more questions this raises.