Disclaimer: Aside from my own characters in this story, everything else related to Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
There was no one left.
Gunshots rang through my ears as I gunned down the beltway, leaving the city of Seattle forever.
There was no one left.
My mother was dead and my father had abandoned us when I was three. There was only a matter of time before they would find me again, and what would I do then? I was prepared, though. Run. That was all I ever did. I knew no other way to solve my problems. It's not like anyone would've helped me anyway. They all turn blind eye to me as if I was invisible to them.
I guess that would've made sense. I was just a silly, little, pathetic girl, a coward. Why would anyone ever pay any attention to the likes of me?
Tears blurred my vision as I drove. There were so many things wrong with my life, yet who could I blame? Myself? My mother? The man who left us?
Why couldn't it all just end?
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The fog thickened and the rain continued to pound harder and harder against the windshield, making me squint at the road in front of me. It didn't matter that it was the middle of September; it rained almost every single day in this damned place.
I'd been on the run for far too long. Driving from Seattle to here would've only taken about four hours. Instead, I'd spent almost four weeks driving around the state avoiding him. It didn't make it any easier that his men were everywhere, at every corner, waiting to find me and report my location to their leader.
My supply of cash was running low, forcing me to settle down for a while until I could get a job, get more money, and I'd then be back on the road to who knows where. I would've withdrawn the money my mother left me when she died, but the account was being watched. Forty grand was all I was originally able to retrieve before he found me once again. Like before, I managed to escape him and with the remaining cash I had left, I was rented a house on the outskirts of Forks, a town in the middle of nowhere that hopefully wouldn't be found by that psychopath. There was only one house anywhere near the one I rented, so I figured that if anyone wanted to live that far away from everything, they would probably leave me alone.
Now that I was driving through the area, it made me really wonder why I even stayed in this state. Though, it wouldn't be right for me to complain. At least I was farther away from him than before.
"But he'll find you," I thought to myself, "You know he has eyes everywhere."
Sighing, I focused on what was in front of me. Wait– What exactly was in front me? I squinted a bit harder and, thanks to my headlights that were actually turned on unlike the other vehicle, saw the outline of a large car speeding towards me. Who the hell would even be up at this ungodly hour? Mentally cursing, I forcefully turned the steering wheel to avoid being hit. My car swerved off the already wet road and slammed into a tree. The windshield shattered into thousands of little pieces and I automatically brought my arms up to cover myself from the glass and airbags.
Fuck my already hellish life.
It was a miracle I was still alive. My thin t-shirt did nothing to protect my arms, as they received multiple cuts from the glass. Hopefully I didn't have a concussion in addition to my minor injuries.
Once regaining my senses, I looked through the broken windows. The hood of the car was heavily damaged, but what about the engine? Shakily, I tried to turn the car on. The engines spluttered to life and died out again.
"Damn it!" I muttered under by breath.
Behind me, the car that caused my crash sped off and I didn't know whether to be grateful for it or not. Perhaps the driver was going to the hospital to alert them about me, whatever the possibility, I couldn't risk it. For one thing, there was no way I wanted to pay the outrageous bill and then there was also the issue of the psychopath tracking me down. No, I couldn't stay. I had to get to the house now.
I snatched the two duffel bags that held the little possessions I had out of the back and sprinted down the road. The little droplets of rain shot against my face like mini bullets as my heart pounded against my chest. My hair stuck to the back of my shirt, dripping more water down the drenched clothes. The house luckily wasn't too far from where I crashed. I could see it from the distance. Despite the adrenaline pumping through my veins, I was beginning to feel slightly light-headed from running in the extreme weather.
Once reaching my destination, I glanced down at the faded address on my hand to confirm whether it was the right house and trudged up to the front door where I stumbled and fell to my knees. The duffel bags fell to the ground along with the key. Did I call out for help? Obviously not. The last thing I wanted was someone to find me. I finally collapsed onto the ground with a groan and darkness consumed me.