I don't know why people always take the easy way out. Wait let me rephrase that. I don't know why people always take what they think it the easy way out. I remember, a long, long, time ago, I was leaving my home town for a while (Dont ask me why I was leaving, it brings back so many bad memories). I remember that I was about an hour out of Beacon Hills (But I could still see the woods on my left, on my right was houses) when I came to a "Y" in the road. One part of the road went towards the woods, the other went to a stretch of the high way. I also so a sign.

Nevada: 396.3( To the right)
Oregon: 649.8 Miles (To the left)

I knew people in both Nevada and in Oregon. Both who were willing to help me. Most of the friends that I had would have went to Nevada. Just because it was closer. I'm not going to lie. I was going to go to Nevada also. I was really, and truly, going to take the easy way out. After everything I went through with my brother... I was finished. I lost my best friend, and the love of my life. In the same week. I felt like giving up. But I knew my brother would have wanted me to move on. I felt in that moment when I had decided to pull on to the high way that would take me to Nevada, that I had somehow let my brother down. By taking the easy way out. I quickly changed my blinker and I was on my way to Oregon.

Now your might be wondering how going to Nevada was the easy way out. I should have said that I only had have a tank of gas, and only a hundred dollars with me. I would have gotten to my friend's house in Nevada, faster and easier, but I knew that I was some how disappointing my brother. So to Oregon I went.

I made it farther than I thought I would. I did manage to stop at a gas station and get some gas. I made it all the way into Oregon before I ran out of gas. Between walking and getting rides from strangers (Some of them creeps but come on, I'm a freaking werewolf! I can take care of myself!) but I finally managed to make it to my friend in Oregon.

(Later that night I learned that their was a really bad wreck just outside of Nevada.)

Its been about ten years since I've been in Beacon Hills. I don't think I can ever go back there. I guess that "Leaving for A While" turned in to a life time. I don't think anybody minded. I only caused harm and heartache.

I've always wondered about my friends from Beacon Hills. I've wondered if they managed to move on from what happened that night. I've also wondered what would have happened if I went to Nevada instead of Oregon.

I'm glad I moved to Oregon instead of Nevada. I've met my husband, and was have two beautiful kids now, and every time someone asks how we meet... He'll take my hand and say, with his soft voice and caring eyes, "That Eathen was in a bad place and needed some where to stay. He had been living with me for about two years and I asked him out. He said yes and the rest is history."

And the rest is history, so to speak. I remember a poem Danny always read to me, "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." And it has made all the difference.

A/N

Hey guys! So I made a story about Aiden, and his death. So I decided to make one about Eathen and how he reacted towards it. Hope you guys enjoyed!

In case you are wondering what poem I was talking about, its call "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.