I was never one to live far from civilization. I liked the busy sidewalks, the honking of taxi cabs, foul language and fingers circling around brought upon rush hour traffic, and the sweet smell of sewage beneath the streets of New York. If we did go on vacation to my grandparents house, we would stay three days. Hug and kiss when we got there, have dinner together, then the next day we would realize that we have no cell phone service or WiFi so we would go out on the boat and find shallow water so my little sister can splash around while we all talk about God knows what, do a little sun bathing and then the next day we would pack up and leave. Three days physically there, but only one day of torture. Perfect for city folk. Then my dad got the call. The pink slip was the only thing left in our three bedroom apartment and then we were headed to Forks, Washington. Population: 3,532. What the fuck.

We pulled up to the little ranch and I stepped into the clean air and I immediately missed that three bedroom apartment. Of course sissy was so freaking excited about all of the green stuff called grass and trees. The house was two story, white paneled, and looked wood rotten. I grabbed my duffel bag from the car walked in the house and walked out.

"Seriously?" I proclaimed. "Did we not have any savings that we could move to somewhere more populated? Or maybe in a house that wasn't going to fall apart as soon as we touch it?"

My dad used to be a big time defense lawyer in New York and made big money. Why he got laid off is beyond me but I was sure we had money to spare so we didn't have to move to Small Town, America. Apparently not.

"Now Brianna, we talked about this the entire ride here-," He started to say while unpacking the car.

"That reminds me, why did we have to drive from one side of the country to the other? Why couldn't we take a plane?" I exclaimed my voice raising the more I bring up our rotten luck. I drop my bag and the porch groaned against the weight.

My dad sighed and ignored me. "Can you please grab Lillian? I don't want her to go into the woods."

I looked in the direction that she was last in and she wasn't there. I looked around and she was no where to be seen.

"Lillian!" I called I ran off the porch and into the road. "Lillian!" I called again. This got my dads attention.

"Lillian!" He called starting to get frantic.

"Shit." I started running into the woods and calling her name but she wasn't answering. She was only three years old. She had on a bright yellow tee shirt, jean shorts and pink crocs. Her blond hair was in pig tails with beads on her hair bands. She was always laughing and screaming about something but everything around me was silent. I heard running water and I ran full speed hoping and praying that she didn't fall into the creek.

I reached the running water but it was too shallow. It was more like a puddle than a creek but I caught a flash of something but it wasn't yellow, pink or blond. I turned toward the flash but I saw nothing. That of course didn't stop me from going in the direction it was going in. All I could think about was Lillian and finding her. She was the only link that I had left of my mother. I mean other than myself but I take more from my dad than my mother. My brown, wavy hair was now knotted with twigs and god knows what else and my face was scratched from stray branches smacking me in the face every time I take a step and all I wanted to do was find Lillian give her a good scolding and get the hell out of these woods.

"Lillian!" I called my voice being the only thing you can hear for probably miles.

I started to turn back thinking that maybe my dad has her now and I'm just being an idiot calling in the forest but the earth collapsed around me and I was now falling down a dune of moss and dirt to the forest bottom. I tried to stop myself by trying to hold onto the something but everything that grab was then uprooted by my rolling body mass. My plaid shirt snagged on something and it held onto me while I caught my breath. I then found myself inches away from rolling off a cliff.

I gasped foul language and trying to look at what I was caught on but my shirt ripped and I started going towards the edge of that cliff. I kicked at the dirt with my boots trying the stop myself and digging my heels in the soft moss. I began to scream and thinking I hate this place when something blasted into my side and launched me into the air. I landed with a thud and my head hit something hard and I saw black dots.

They almost looked like gnats and I began to wave away at the dots. I looked back to see what the hell happened but when I did the world got very blurry and all I saw was the outline of a wolf. Or at least I think it was a wolf but before I could get my vision back whatever was there was no longer in sight. My head began to ache and I got up swaying but I had to steady my self before I swayed back off the cliff. I attempted to walk forward and figured that if I walked slowly and steadily I could make it to the top of the dune. My walking turned into a crawl and then a rope less rock climb. I was using every single muscle in my arm, which was practically nothing, to pull my 120lb ass up with a pounding and possibly bleeding head. I'm afraid to investigate. I pulled myself over the dune and I was then being pulled up. The pounding in my head had enabled me to hear the forks police calling my name.

A medic was by my side and flashing a light into my eyes. I was trying to say that I was okay but I was having trouble forming words. I then saw my dad with sissy in his arms and the last thing I said before I black out was, "Oh good you found her."