It's been a year since my parents died on a car crash. I was only 15 when it happened.
I was there,with them, and by means of a miracle I was the only survivor. It was a dark,rainy night when this black figure suddenly appreard infront if our car.
We didnt have time to avoid it,so we crashed right into it. I didnt know what it was or who it was.
But the next thing I knew I was in the hospital as they told me my mom and dad died.
After that terrible accident, I have been living with my aunt who doesnt really treat me well. I spent my whole entire year trying not to complain on anything she wanted me to do.
But then I decided to go live with my grand mother in a little town in Washington called Forks.
I have saved some money to buy the tickets. It wasn't much though,but it was enought to buy one and to buy me some thick clothes to wear.
Years has passed since I saw her for the last time. I was 6 and we went to celebrate my birthday party with her.
It always made her happy everytime she sees me. I can tell that with the smile she has on her face.
And that made me happy too.
I choosed a very carefull day to escape from my aunt's house. It was tuesday when she had to go somewhere and left me alone,she had no kids nor husband, and I took that chance to escape. I packed my things: clothes,toothbrush,shoes,some money etc.
As I ran out the door,I could feel the freedom that drifted around me,yet unseen.