Chapter 1
A smile stretched across my face as my mother and Phil's car came around the corner of our street as I sat on the front porch with my treasured copy of 'Withering Heights', I glanced down to my book, smile still in place, until I looked up. Panic raced through me as I watched a huge truck tip as it rounded the corner too fast and swerved, everything slowed as I watched my mother laugh at something Phil said before they saw the trucks trailer heading straight for them, shock and fear raced across their faces as I stood on the spot frozen. The trailer and car collided with an explosive BANG! I ran over to them, but my legs felt as though they were made of lead, I made it over to them just in time to hear their hearts stutter to a stop before I screamed and fell to the ground as I was wrapped in numb blackness.
The past few days have been a blur, Paramedics, papers, The morgue, flowers, funeral plans, coffins and numbness, I hadn't slept in five days and I hadn't felt anything since the day it happened, I was going through the motions but I was a shell, dead.
I woke up Sunday morning and prepared for the funeral, Charlie was coming, and he was taking me with him, back to forks.
Charlie and I hadn't spoken since he had arrived in Phoenix, after the funeral and wake; we had driven back to the house and gathered my bags, before driving straight to the airport and boarding a plane, now pulling up in the driveway of my old and new home I saw Jacob and Billy Black on the front porch through the heavy rain, I hadn't noticed it before but now I wondered how Charlie had been able to drive in this without my enhanced vision.
I climbed out of the car and grabbed my bags from the trunk before running at human speed into the house after Charlie before heading upstairs to where my bedroom had always been, I took in the room as I saw that Charlie had put in an effort to make me feel okay being here, the only things that remained the same were my statues and pictures as I began putting my clothes away I spotted a picture of my mother and I, it was my 5th birthday and she tried to make me me a pink barbie cake and nearly burnt the house down, Charlie rushed to the supermarket at the last minute and bought the one I had wanted, Charlie took the picture and the proof was his finger in the edge of the picture, I felt a sad smile climb over my features, I heard the door close softly behind me and spun to see Jake watching me with sad eyes as he opened his arms to me. Before then I hadn't noticed the tears steaming down my face, I fell into his arms finally letting the pain back in as sobs racked my body as Jake held me and reassured me that everything would be okay.
