Chapter 1: Nobody's Home-Avril Lavigne
Death was something that many people feel is a tragedy. Depending on who is dying. My death would be something that would benefit others. If I die no one else I loved would.
I had accepted death. I had been given a death sentence the day I was born. Technically speaking I should be dead right now. I had my fair share of near death experiences. It kept coming towards me and never really left me alone. I had no need to be afraid of death. To be afraid of it, you had to be afraid to leave your life. You had to have something you valued so much that you couldn't bear to part with it. But I had none. No life that is. My parents were dead, granted I should have died that night too, but no. Life is funny that way. My close relatives, also dead, all having died surprising and sudden deaths. I was only 16 but had been able to face death time and time again and walk away with minor scratches.
After all that I've gone through, you would think that I would feel invincible. Well, it's the exact opposite.
You feel alone.
I never had any friends. All the children were under the impression that I was cursed when born. Anyone who dared to get close, would die long before their time. Sometimes I actually thought those kids were right. Everyone close to me was dying and had died.
You feel empty.
No one should have to see so many deaths and nobody should have to feel the guilt for those deaths. You don't want to feel anything after it happens time and time again.
I wanted my old life back. Before all the horrible deaths. My parents. They always protected me. Now I had no one.
I was currently living in a foster home. I gave smiles and spoke when spoken too. No one ever looked close enough to see the truth. Their children had heard the rumors surrounding me, and that followed me everywhere. They ignored me and stayed as far away, which suited me just fine. I couldn't get close to anyone, when they would just ended up dying shortly afterwards.
Just yesterday I had received a phone call from someone who found a very distant aunt that had agreed to take me in. This should have made me happy. I had family out there, yet it made me feel miserable. Someone else could die. I feigned enthusiasm when talking about this amazing little piece of news. Everyone bought it.
I wasn't always this depressing and boring person I am now. I was actually a very happy child. I had everything I could ask for and a lot more than I needed. I had both my parents that loved me no matter what. I was happy once, and not all my smiles were fake.
"Alissandra, do you have everything you need?" my foster mom's voice broke through my thoughts. Her name was Jennie. She had long platinum blond hair that was almost all extensions, and she resembled a life size Barbie doll. Meaning she looked like plastic. Too many botched plastic surgery jobs does that to someone.
"I have everything," I responded zipping up my suitcase. I was actually going to miss her. Well not really her, but how she used 'dance' to stay in shape. I wouldn't consider that dancing. She would flap her arms like a chicken with no head.
"What did you say your aunts name was?" she asked curiously. I had written it on my hand earlier because I kept forgetting her name. It would be embarrassing to not know who she was when she volunteered to take me in. I glanced at my hand swiftly.
"Her name is Sue Clearwater. She lives in a small town near the beach," I said, basically reciting some of what the social workers had told me.
"Oh! The beach," she gushed enthusiastically, "That sounds nice!"
I didn't want to disappoint her by telling her that the small town was in the cloudiest and rainiest place in the U.S.
I said my goodbyes to everyone and got into the taxi. New York was never comforting and way too crowded for my taste. La Push was what the social worker had said I would be living. I sighed staring at the busy city passing by my window, hoping that maybe this 'curse' wouldn't follow me. That no one else would lose their life. I didn't know what else I could do. I had nowhere else to go. No one to turn to. Then as the taxi arrived at the airport, I finally let a few tears escape. Another life would be lost because of me.