Alright so I know this is kind of a weird combination but I thought it was awesome. So I role-play which some of you might have heard of
and the character I have is Carrie White and the love interest I have on that page is with a Scott McCall. Yes you heard right
Scott McCall from teen wolf so he convinced me that our storyline seemed to be pretty kick ass and to write a fanfiction about it. So here it goes be honest
in your reviews and tell me if you like it and want me to keep going.
-flashback-
I woke up gasping for air my eyes tried to search through the darkness but there was no since of light, closing my eyes the last memory I had was when I held my mother's lifeless body in my arms the house crumbling on top of us. My hands felt around feeling a hard surface my eyes popped open I was in a casket I pounded hard and rapidly screaming at the top of my lungs feeling the energy flow through me the casket broke in half the rush of dirt piled onto me and I began to claw myself out frantically pushing through to the surface I stuck my head out breathing in the fresh cold air. My heard turned to the right and there I saw my tombstone writing over my name was the words Carrie White Burn In HELL! I stared at it with angry causing the stone to crack into pieces and continued to dig myself out from under the earth laying down on the ground I felt droplets of rain start to cover my entire body, how was it possible that I was still alive?
-Present-
I took my head off the window as the bus came to a stop, "Alright people welcome to Beacon Hills, California." the driver said opening up the door to bus and I got up from my seat making my out of the small tiny crowded aisle finally freedom from that tiny thing the drive was way to long for me to stand. He had dropped us off at the bus station and all I had was twenty dollars in my pocket hopefully it was enough to get a room for a night. I walked up to the person in the booth, "Hi I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of a hotel please?" I asked the lady nodding her head with a smile pointing to my right, "Go straight down to the end of the block and then turn left and it will be on the right side." I smile warmly to her and nod my head, "Thank you." I mumble and start walking down the street.
When I arrived at the motel it didn't seem like a lot of people were staying there and to be honest it looked slightly creepy, I walked up to the main office a older man who looked to be in his late forties greeted me. "Well hello there Miss what can I do for you." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the money I had onto the counter a few quarter and dimes as well. He looked at me with a sad expression and pushed the money back towards me, "Use that to get something to eat okay first night's on the house." he winked and slid me over a key I was shocked at his kindness it wasn't something I was really use to, "Thanks…" I mumbled the words once again to the stranger.
I walked over to the room which was on the bottom level and just a few doors down from the main office finally I would be able to get out of these rugged dirty clothes since it were the ones I was buried with. I placed the key into the door handle and pushed the door open walking inside closing it when she was fully inside I walked over to bathroom and grabbed the bathrobe and placed it on the bed starting to undress then walked to the shower.
After I showered I put on the bathrobe tying the belt around me when a knock on the door came I jumped slightly and took a few steps to the door hearing another knock I stepped closer to the window pulling back the shade a bit I peeked through. It was a sheriff, had they found out about me and who I was? "Miss?" The voice sounded kind and gentle so I opened up the door my head slipping through the crack of the door. "Did I do something wrong? I offered to pay for the room but he gave it back to me." The man shook his head,"No you did nothing wrong but when we find out that there is someone who looks like she's been living out on the streets for a while we grow concern. How old are you?"
I looked down with a frown, "I am seventeen sir."
The man pointed crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you have a name?"
Nodding I answered, "Yes Carrie."
"And a last name?" If I would to tell him my last name he would see that I am suppose to be six feet under ground.
Shaking my head, "No Sir I was given up after I was born."
"How about you come with us?" He stepped to the side and I walked out to the police car.
"Have I done something wrong?" I asked in a very worried tone.
"No I promise you haven't." He reassured me and I got into the back of the cop car waiting for him to go into the driver side the owners of the hotel looking at me as we left.