Recently my sister started writing Bleach fanfics based on a few of her favorite movies and novels. I've decided to try it out even though I'm no where near as good as writing as she is.

So this story is based on one of my favorite books The Rescue by Nicholas Sparks! I'm sort of excited to start writing! Hope it turns out better than I expect! :P

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Rukia's POV

Pushing the speed limit, I drove as quickly as I could without worrying Hanajima, my four year old daughter, in the back seat. The storm was threatening the safety of the roads and the radio was informing me that I was only getting closer to the eye of the storm while simultaneously getting closer to home. Hanajima was blankly staring out the window, absorbing the quickly passing environment. I continued to glance in the rearview mirror to check on her.

"Sweety, what are you looking at? Do you see any animals?" My eyes drifted to the mirror again. I noticed Hanajima figiding with her blanket that was covering her legs. She never turned her attention away from the window and acted as though she didn't hear me. "Honey?" I tried again. Still nothing. Holding back a sigh, I turned my attention back to the road.

Hanajima had been diagnosed with central auditory processing disorder a few monthes after she turned three. I noticed her lack of communication with me or other children and began making appointments with nearby pediatritions. I learned through the unexpected multiple doctors visits that this disorder, known as CAPD, was rare and the cause was unknown. Hana's IQ fell in the normal range of average three year olds but her language ability was that of a two year old. That explained her inability to speak. She was a whole year behind. The numerous doctors explained numerous possibilities and I'd done enough research for a lifetime over 13 different auditory dissabilities. I was always convinced that the latest diagnoses was the real problem and wanted to beleive that I'd found the truth but sure enough the most recent discovery was CAPD.

I'd been studying the new "truth" for the last year and soon developed a daily routine to slowly progress Hanajima's vocabulary. We'd learn new words, form larger sentences and I'd log our work into a journal I kept. After the hour or two we spent working, I'd take Hana to the park or on a walk. Because of our recent move, I stayed in our yard so we could explore and become familiar with our new home. I couldn't continue to live in my hometown with my income. Once I found out about Hanajima and started working with her everyday, I had to give up my job as an elementary school teacher. There really wasn't any income, so I moved to the a smaller town, got a job at a local resturaunt, and moved into a tiny and affordable home.

The rain began to pour on the windsheild bringing my attention back to the road. We were only about twenty minutes away from the house and I knew if I didn't speed it up I'd get caught in the storm. I pushed a little harder on the gas peddle and checked on Hanajima in the mirror again. Seeing her large violet eyes reminded me of how much she resembled me, thank God. Not that I was vain, but I wouldn't be able to bear it if she looked like her father, that stupid man. I only met him once. I was finishing my last year of college and one of my roomates convinced me to go out to a bar with her, not me. I was finally persuaded and we left with a few other girls. The whole night was pretty uncomfortable and I drank more than I should have. After my third drink I realized the man across the bar continuously glancing at me before he finally approached. We talked, he flattered me, and before I knew it, I was waking up in his bed with the worst hangover I've ever had. A few months later I was dialing his number off the coctail napkin and informing him on the unexpected pregnancy. He offered to pay for the aboration like the "gentleman" he was and I told him he was crazy if he thought I would go along with it. I made the choice to keep the baby and gave him the choice to be as involved as he pleased. I haven't heard from him since that phone call.

I glanced back at Hanajima again and smiled. Her father might have been a jack ass but she was definately the best thing that happened to me. Others might see her as a vast amount of conciquences from a drunken mistake, but I consider her a miracle. After my family all past away I felt alone and now I'd always have my little girl. I'd never be alone as long as I had her. My smile widened when my eyes met hers in the rearview mirror.

"Hey sweety, are you holding up okay? We're almost home, only a few more minutes-!" The car began to swerve out of control as we drove over a small body of water that formed in the storm. Hidden by the water was a large pothole which caused me to lose control of the car. I tried to gain authority over the vehicle and failed. Frantic for some sort of management, I slammed on the brakes. The car spun 180 degrees, facing the wrong direction and continued to spin until it rolled over multiple times down a hill off to the side of the road. The impact caused the airbags to deploy. My mind was racing, trying to gain some composure. I held my grip on the steering wheel until the car finally stopped. My vision was blurry and my surroundings started dimming until I slipped into unconciousness.

Okay here's chapter one of my first fanfic ever! :P Hope you all enjoy and please reveiw!