Cpov

I was on a plane on my way home, back in Toronto, I was coming from New York. The place I wish I could stay, Toronto had so many memories. But I had to come back. My father was in the hospital, not that I cared but, if I had not came back to at least see him once, my mother would have shit a brick.

My thoughts where cut off my phone ringing.

Got a secret can you keep it, swear this one you'll save better lock it in your pocket taking this one to the grave, if I show you then I know you...

"Hello?"

"Clare, it's Alli, I heard you where coming back. I didn't believe it, I thought for sure you would never come back... you know after..."

"Alli I get it. And I'm not staying, I'm coming to visit my dad for a about five minutes and then I'm leaving. I will come say hi to you and Adam and maybe if Drew, before I go. But I will NOT be staying longer than about a day and a half."

"Well, what about El..."

"I have to go Alli."

I hung up before she could say anything else. I knew what name she was about to say, and I cant stand it when she brings him into conversations that we have. He brings back so many bad memories.

"Eli!"

I was screaming, I couldn't believe what we had just witnessed. This was surreal. I was terrified. Why did I have to be the person to witness this!? Why cant I be that person who nothing bad ever happens to? Why cant that be me?

"Clare I know you're scared, but I need you to listen to me, okay? Can you do that?"

I shook my head yes, I didn't think I was capable of speaking.

"We have to go to the police."

"No."

"No? What do you mean no?"

"I mean I am not going to the police."

"Clare be reasonable."

"NO! Eli, just drop it. You can go to the police, I am out of here!"

I shuddered, coming out of my flashback, and suddenly I was in front of my old house. I don't remember driving here, or even getting out of the car, but I was on the front step. I had my hand raised to knock when Darcy, my sister who I hadn't seen in about eight years, opened the door.

"Clare!"

"Hey Darcy."

She looked confused, well I guess I would to if I had been gone for eight years and my sister sounded as if she could care less if I was still in Africa or not. But if I was being completely truthful, I didn't, nor would I ever truly care for my family. My mother, a stupid crack head whore could burn in Hell, she most likely will anyways, for all I care. My father, a liar and a cheater, I couldn't care less if he was in the hospital or not. And last but certainly not least, My sister, the one who is supposed to always be there, left me when I needed her most. I looked up and into her eyes, they apologetic and sad.

"Look, I know you are still mad at me for leaving..."

"Just drop it, it's fine."

"I mean I just needed to get away."

"I get it Darcy."

"And I mean, she wasn't just your friend she was mine too..."

"I GET IT DARCY! WE DONT HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT SO MUCH!"

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak but I started walking upstairs and I threw my stuff in my old room, and went back downstairs.

"I'm going to visit dad, I'll be back in a little bit."

"Wait, I'll come to, just let me get my shoes on."

She walked upstairs to get her shoes on and I went outside and got in my car, started it up and drove away. I didn't feel like dealing with Darcy anymore.

About thirty minutes later I was in the lobby, or whatever it's called, of the hospital and I was walking up to the front desk.

"What room is Randal Edwards in?"

She looked at her chart, cleared her throat and spoke.

"Randal Edwards... room 208."

"Thank you."

I started walking again, this time towards the elevator.

"Hold the door please!"

A hand shot out and stopped the door from, closing, I thanked the man and stepped into the elevator and as soon as I did I regretted it. There where too many people. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I started hyperventilating and I knew people where staring at me but I could help it, after what happened... I cant be around this many people. Luckily for me we got the second floor quickly and I got out as fast as I could. As soon as I stepped out my breathing went back to normal and everything was starting to feel okay again.

I walked to room 208 and went in, I was surprised to see my mom, but not my dad.

"Mom? Where's dad?"

"They took him to his physical therapy. I was not aloud to go, but they said I could wait until he was finished so I could see how it goes."

"Well, okay then. This was a wasted trip. I'm going to get my stuff and go rent a motel room, call me when he gets back."

She didn't argue, she didn't even speak. She just nodded her head and looked down sadly. Knowing that it was partly her fault I was they way I am today.

Chapter one complete! Hope you enjoy... its a mystery. PLEASE REVIEW! Bye now.