I was 15, they were my only family. We used to live in New Orleans. Used too. My name is Raylyn Brace and not only 20 minutes ago my parents died in a plane crash coming back from Paris, for their 25th Anniversary. I am in the hospital, with Kol and Eli, they are trying to help, but they're not. I'm in denial, it's not true. It can't be. I look to Kol, his sad and sorry eyes are staring back at me. He pulls me in for a hug, I let him. That when they start, the tears, "It's not true, they'll come I know they will." "Raylyn, I am so sorry but they really are gone." I push off of Kol, "LIAR!" I fall to the ground Kol pics me up and takes me back to his and his brothers place, where I cry for another three weeks.
I am now 18, I decided it was time to go back to my home town of Mystic Falls. My best friend Jeremy picks me up at a train station out side of town and takes me to my parents place out in the woods. Alone. I'm alone. "Ray do you want me to stay with you?" I shack my head, "I just need some me time in the house for a while." "Okay." We get out of the car, Jer gets my bags and I unlock the door, "Thanks Jer." I give him a hug and he gets back in his car and leaves.
I walk into the house, turn the lights on and immediately start to cry when i see all their stuff. I quick shut the door and run up the massive stairs to my old room where I fall asleep crying.
So I know I said that I was going to update it all at once but I decided against it. I had this stuck in my head for a while now and thought, why the hell not. I know this is much different then my first 'first chapter' but the story need some sort of background beginning. I hope you like it please review. Love, Kitty Nikole
