Hey guys! I was thinking about writing this story for a while now and I finally started. This is a Seth/OC story! Hope you guys like it. This is only the prologue. I promise to update the chapter REAL soon. So just tell me how you liked this much, okay?
Here you go!
Prologue
I was running. Running away from everything. I realized I no longer had it in me to fight this anymore. Fighting would only result in my death. And I wasn't all that ecstatic about dying at the age of twenty one. I was scared, depressed and fed up with my life. But I was nowhere near suicidal.
I had to go away. Far away from here. Somewhere they would never find me. Where I could breathe safely again and at least get some sleep at night without the constant fear of someone pouncing on me and putting a bullet through my head.
It was two a.m. in the morning and I was packing my bag like crazy. I knew they were coming for me and I needed to get out of there by tonight. I already knew for a while that this day was coming. I already knew that sooner or later I had to run for it. So fortunately I had everything more or less prepared for my unannounced escape.
I got out of my apartment and hailed a cab to the airport and only heaved a sigh of relief when the plane finally took off with me seated safely in it. Even though I knew I was safe on the plane and one would attempt to kill me considering there was no mentally disturbed person or any sort of a hijacker on the plane, I still couldn't close my eyes and get some sleep in the whole five hour long flight. When the plane landed in Seattle, I took the next flight to Port Angeles which landed there in about an hour's time. Next I grabbed a taxi to the small town of Forks. Yup, Forks it was. My haven until they tracked me here. Seriously who would even consider looking in Forks for me? This town was so small that people hardly knew it existed. This was good for me.
The house I would be staying in was small but perfect for me. Seriously I was just one person. I didn't need a mansion to live in. It was my father's place. He liked holidaying here sometimes and bought this house and left it like that. He gave me a spare key to hold all the time though. Who knew it would come in handy after all? I took out the keys and opened the front door. It was ten in the morning but there was still no sign of the sun there. I shivered. I hated the weather. I couldn't believe my dad actually found this weather pleasant to come holidaying here at times. He brought me here once with him when I was what twelve, I guess. The weather sucked and I had the suckiest time of my life here so I refused to come with him the next time he offered. Ew.
Well, guess what? Fate had this way of kicking you in the face sometimes didn't it? I remembered this place from when my father had brought me here and I practically moved here to save my own life.
The house looked cozy. There was a sitting room, kitchen and dining room in the ground floor. I went up the narrow wooden staircase to find two more rooms and a washroom. I picked the smaller of the two rooms because in the bigger one I noticed my dad's stuff was lying around and I didn't feel like breeching his privacy even though I knew he wasn't coming back anytime soon to holiday! Who knew where he was now?
One of the reasons I knew my dad wasn't in danger was because he was a traveler and anyone rarely could locate him that easily. No one could find him and use him as my bait!
I dumped the bags and sat down on the bed. Well, now I needed to find a job. There was no one here I knew. I had to survive on my own here. Not that I didn't have enough practice at that.
I got up, went to the washroom to get freshened up, changed and got out of the house. I needed a job fast. And I also needed a car. So I debated which one to work on first. I decided on the job. I walked to Fork's hospital. Really I walked all the way there. Firstly, no sign on any cab anywhere; secondly, I enjoyed the walk. It was peaceful and quiet.
I entered the hospital and talked to the woman in the reception. I handed her my files, my documents and my ID over to her which she skimmed through. Then she looked at me and said, 'It's Dr. Cullen you need to talk to.'
Sure ok. She told me to go in and wait because he was busy with patients at the moment. I don't know. I think I waited for an hour straight before the woman gave me the green signal to go see him. I got up and headed towards a door which had Dr. Cullen written on it. I gently pushed open the door praying that I would get lucky and life would for a change stop shitting around with me.
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