Hey Guys! So I am new to this whole fan fic thing and i am putting this up to get some feedback and to see if you guys like My stuff :) I have been working on this story for about a year now and I finally decided to put it up and I am going to be doing this chapter by chapter, well except for this first time where I will be putting up the first two chapters. So I hope you guys enjoy and This is dedicated to Rys, Lu, Amy, Daria, Julia, Julie, and Kat. I love you guys! So please read and Comment so I know what you guys think!! Thanks!!!

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Allyson :)

"Come on.... Come on....Got it!"

I shook my head at my father's conversing with my car but all the same he was at least fixing it. Or from my point of view trying to fix it. My father and I recently lost my mother, who died of cancer and he thought that running away from her death was the best way to solve his anguish. So we moved to California. He got a job working for the city mayor and was gone most of the time, and was usually home on the weekends. Now California is not my ideal place, but I think that I can get used to all of the air pollution, but putting our move aside my father is a great man. I remember the nights I cried for hours and my hostile isolation, I couldn't look him in the eye when he talked to me and it became hard to really connect with my father when my mother left. All the hurt and the pain drove us apart rather than bring us together like, like deaths normally should. It was a windy night in January and we were both standing out on the driveway trying to put life back into this car that should have died years ago, along with all of the other "classics" if my car can even be that. So of course I stood on the side watching him, not knowing what to do even if I offered to help. The wind blew my hair around my face. Swirling the dark brows tendrils across my cheeks and around my neck, I moved them behind my ears as the leaves danced on the street, the dim streetlights like illumination for the serene performance.

"Alright then, Analeigh, go try and start the motor for me" he said with a grunt as he tightened the last bolt.

I was broken from my dream and I shook my head looking at him for a moment before nodding and walking to the car.

"Sure dad" I said with a disparaging sigh

So walking over and sitting in the driver's seat, I doubtfully gave the key a twist and to my dismay the car came back to life.

"Yes! Finally, this car has been giving me trouble and I finally figured it out" He clapped his hand and gave that touchdown type of arm pump, the kind that usually goes with a 'Yes!' Or a 'Woo!' Yes, I let him enjoy this moment of success, but on the inside I hoped that the car just burst into flames right there.

"Well kiddo, it's time for bed now that the mystery of the broken car is solved." He smiled brightly showing his perfect teeth.

He started to clean up his tool box and turn off his industrial style garage light and taking off his gloves stained with motor oil and sprinkled with metals of every kind. I smiled in the sense that he was happy, but I frowned knowing it was the first day of school coming back from winter break. I had been dreading it this whole time, hoping my first week wasn't as bad as the last.

It was the week before we left for Winter break, the halls filled with chatter or what they hoped they would get for Christmas, smiles along with wrapped presents and colorful bags, covered with bows and cards. Seeing as though I was the new girl I didn't really tend to socialize with those around me, I was just trying to get situated with the new surroundings. I hated feeling alone, especially in a place where you had to have at least one friend to stay alive. It was surreal, walking alone in the halls, with the noise all around you, yet no one seeming to know you were there. Like walking through a battlefield, bullets and fire cornering you and yet you don't have a scratch on you. Life was like a battlefield, everyone trying to survive, living with fear of dying and the knowledge that not all of us will make it.

It felt like the months after my mom died. I lost all contact with the outside world. I stayed within myself, my thoughts barren, the blackness of death washing over me. I lost just about every friend I had and I cried myself to sleep every night. I hurt my dad those months, blamed him for not letting me be alone, even though I knew he was trying to help. I came close to cutting myself and never told a soul, for the fear of being put on suicide watch or being put in the hospital. Life wasn't worth living. So my dad though the move would solve things.

So being Here in California, where I knew absolutely no one, made me feel even more alone. I hated feeling this way. I wanted to be the carefree person I knew I always was, the one who pushed away the sadness and the darkness. I found joy in the sun but now it was a burden. I felt like this vampire, burning on the inside when things became bright, the churning in my stomach making me sick, I wanted to be alive and my mom's death made me the living dead…

"Alright dad, I will see you in the morning." I leaned my head against the seat and closed my eyes, the door still open, letting the winter air consume the car. Then with a sigh I got out and locked the doors.

I sulked off to my room, knowing that when I went off to college in about 6 months that I would have to take the wretched thing with me and the thought alone gave me nightmares. I hoped that tonight I wouldn't get nightmares... but that I would dream of Grahm again. It was a reoccurring offense that Grahm would be in my dreams, but the thing was that I didn't even know this guy or have I had the pleasure of meeting him. It was this guy that one night came in my dreams and has starred in them ever since. He came into my life after My Mom died. Well At first it was the idea of him that at first creeped into my thoughts. Then later came the vision of him, his caring heart and brilliant smile. It was hard to look away, but I knew I was crazy to think a guy in my dreams would help me out of this hole I put myself in. All the built up anger and agony or losing my best friend, I hoped that he would help me get through this and I would finally be whole again.

But until then I let myself think that I was unsaveable. Before I fell asleep I prayed that I would see him again, and finally talk to him. I laid in bed, sleep slowly taking me over, my vision becoming dreamy and unclear as I closed my eyes, sinking back into the pillow and fell asleep.

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