*Hi! this is my first fanfic ever! I love the show and follow it religiously. My writing isn't the best but this is more for just therapeutic purposes as well as entertainment. I don't own Teen Wolf or any characters besides my OC*

The accident was sudden. It was raining and the roads were already a polished rink of disaster. Through the dense drops of water one could barely make out the lines on the tree-lined road. I was in the back seat staring straight out of the front windshield trying to keep my eyes open. I had been stuck inside this car for the past seven hours driving from Seattle down to a small town in northern California where my father lived.

My parents weren't divorced, they just had jobs in separate cities and they lived long distance from each other. My parents were both in upper management for big-wig companies and were well paid for their hard work and dedication. My parents didn't neglect me like most "upper class working household" kid sob stories go, they were just busy most of the time, and I was left to my own devices. Once we were together though, we were the picturesque happy family.

I was visiting my dad for the summer, as usual, but this time as a test to see if I wanted to move here to be close with my father. As I rode in the back of my mothers' company car with a driver, which my mother insisted on me using instead of driving myself, I zoned in and out to the quiet music. I wasn't used to being in a car with a driver. I didn't know what to say to him, so we didn't talk, I wish I would have.

Suddenly, I was snapped from my current day-dream (about a movie I had recently seen on Netflix) to the driver letting out a string of expletives at something in the road. It was too late, whatever was in the road dodged out of the way but the car had already begun to swerve. The driver tried to right himself on the road, but he overcorrected and we ended up spinning completely around twice before going off the road. I didn't know I was screaming until the car slammed into a tree and the sudden jerk made the seat belt cut into my neck and cut off my air supply; ending, evidently, my voice. The speed at which we slammed into the tree caused us to flip over the car, effectively causing me to slam my head into the ceiling and my arm against the window still trying to brace myself. Causing the window to crack into a spider web, and a grotesque popping sound from my left wrist. The car slid a few more feet into the steep ditch before completely stopping against a tree on the left side of the over turned vehicle.

Once I was no longer seeing stars, I felt around to unclasp my seatbelt where I, again effectively slammed my head onto the ceiling of the car falling onto it from my seat… which was now technically the ceiling. I groaned and blinked a few times and hissing at the pressure I had put on my left wrist after trying to right myself inside the totaled car. I called out to the driver of what to do and where were we… nothing. I tried asking if he was 'okay' until I saw the blood dripping from his ear and his unmoving form hanging from his drivers' seat. I reached up into the front with my good hand and checked for a pulse, there wasn't one. I let out a startled cry that would've sounded pitiful even to myself if not for the situation. I scooted back quickly into my designated part of my car, whimpering and manically looking through the muddy and cracked windows to find the predator from the road. I knew panicking would get me nowhere but killed so I tried thinking logically about what I should do. Duh! Call for help. I began frantically searching for my bag with my phone that would be somewhere on the ceiling, which is now the floor. Maneuvering around the cramped spaces between the car seats that were on the "ceiling", I found my bag and took a few calming breaths before calling 911.

I informed the local authorities that I was in a company car; they used the high-tech tracking device in the high-priced, and now useless, car to find my exact location. I eventually wrenched the back door open, that wasn't blocked by a tree, after a few tries; it was harder than it looked in the movies. I cradled my wrist as I slowly crawled out of the car, grabbing my messenger bag, and walking shakily back up towards the road in the rain. The short trek up to the road was also a harder task than it looked, the rain made the mud almost impossible to get traction from to crawl up the ditch. I eventually made it to the road only to see the flashing red and blue lights in the near distance. I let out an audible sigh-whimper of relief and took a few more calming breaths.

I was heavily shivering and soaked down to the bone by the time the police pulled up. The "local boys in blue" were soon followed by an ambulance and a fire truck to assess the damage of the situation. I was questioned by the cops for about 10 minutes until the ambulance looked me over, I had a few scratches from glass and underbrush from climbing up the forested ditch, they gave me a temporary wrap around my wrist until we could go to the hospital, I also may have had a slight concussion. Yay!

Before the ambulance pulled away the authorities informed me they were going to call my parents. I could only imagine how worried they would be about me, and how angry that they would be at the car company.

We arrived at the hospital and I was walked quickly into an examination room where a nurse came in to assess what was wrong with me. I watched her as she read over my chart, she had a kind face and warm chocolate eyes that accented her dark curly hair. The nurses' smile was warm when she finally looked up from the chart and addressed me. She then went about asking me a bunch of questions about my medical history that made me realize that I rely on my mother's knowledge of this stuff too much, I answered to the best of my ability.

Finally, the doctor came in and assessed my injuries and head trauma. He gave the diagnosis that I would have a few bumps and scrapes. No really? I could've told you that Sherlock, my left wrist was sprained. Otherwise I was fine and there was no need to keep me here longer than necessary. He commended me for wearing my seat belt because that was probably what saved my life. I gave my best fake-appreciative smile and he left after telling the nurse to prescribe some mild pain meds for my wrist and to give me an air cast.

The soft air-cast was gently pulled over my wrist and the scrapes on my legs were cleaned while my neck was examined for any permanent damage; there wasn't any. Yay, my off-key singing voice wasn't affected in any way! I really need to learn to express myself through something other than sarcasm…

When I finally had a moment alone I dug my phone out of my bag and checked for messages. There were 5 missed calls from mom and 2 from dad, I also had 2 voicemails, I have never been so popular. I clumsily dialed my voicemail first to listen to my frantic mother ask if I was ok and that she wanted to be there but couldn't get out of her conference meeting two states away. She informed me that she was going to call my dad and make sure he was coming to pick me up. The next voicemail was, low and behold, my father frantically asking if I was ok, then corrected himself saying he would just ask me in person when he picked me up from the hospital. I chuckled at my over protective parents, just hearing their voices made me feel better and more calm.

My mom's voice always alert, even in the mornings, so sure of herself and every word she said. My dad was smart but a nervous fool when it came to worrying about things such as his job or his kid. He was known for his dedication to keeping everything in-check and safe, handled everything with care. His voice however, was not like my mothers', always asking questions then talking over himself to reassure himself that it was fine or he could handle it. I loved it.

The nurse came back in to ask if someone was coming to get me, I informed her my father would be here soon and she let me leave with a warm smile and well wishes.

I stood in between the interior and exterior doors of the hospital feeling dazed and cold. I didn't get a chance to completely dry off and the hospital was rather chilly. I had spent most of my time after the accident focusing on me and my wellbeing. Now that it was calm I thought back to the car ride here, it was beyond boring and I kept trying to keep my eyes open. Well now there was gonna be no sleeping tonight, I had seen my first dead body and was coming down from my adrenaline rush. I felt numb of emotion, which I knew wasn't right, I should be terrified and crying or something… maybe I was in shock?

I heard the familiar honk of my dad's red Durango in front of me, I looked up and smiled. I ran out and directly for the truck. I quickly climbed in, or as quickly as I could with having to get used to using one hand to carry my bag and open the door. I closed the door behind me, before I could snap my seatbelt on my father reached across and enveloped me in a hug with teary eyes asking me a million questions at once. I genuinely smiled, which felt weird on my face, I missed him and his overprotective nature. I hugged him back strongly and insured him I was 'fine'. After much convincing and circling conversations of the same questions, he finally caved and gave into the angry honking coming from behind us from other people trying to get to the hospital entrance. We drove along the road in a grandmotherly style, under the speed limit and excessively early turn-signals, while my father asked me mundane questions about school intermixed with questions about if I was sure that I was really feeling okay. Which I answered all honestly saying everything was fine.

Once we pulled into the familiar driveway I let out a sigh, my adrenaline was wearing off and I was starting to feel just how tired I actually was. Since I didn't have my suitcase with me, it was still in the trunk of the car at the crash site, I changed into some of my old pajama shorts and my dad's old high school tee shirt that said "Beacon Hills, Home of the Cyclones!" I loved wearing this shirt, it was well worn and soft. I entered the living room to hear my dad on the phone with my mother, I could hear the distress in her voice from where I was standing at the landing of the stairs. I rolled my eyes and walked over to my dad who was reassuring my mother I was fine. Upon seeing me enter the room he let out a sigh of relief and waved me over to him,

"Yeah Trish… she's right here and she's fine- here talk to her." He shoved the phone at me and took a step back. I laughed lightly and took the phone and put it to my ear to hear my mother calling out my name waiting for my response.

"Chloe... Chloe?...Chloe?!..."

"Hi mom"

"OH Thank God! I thought your father let you go to sleep without talking to me! Actually you shouldn't be sleeping alone tonight, you could heave a concussion and could need to be woken up every few hours-"

"Mom!" I exclaimed firmly, I was very tired from a long day of travel, emotionally and physically drained. I did not need one of her rambling speeches she did when she was worried. "Really! I am okay! I'm sorry I shouted but I'm tired and want to go to bed"

"Young lady I am your mother and I am just concerned about your wellbeing like every other parent would be"

I sighed, but couldn't help but smile despite my tired and slightly grouchy attitude. I really did love my overly protective yet absent parents, I like depending on myself and/or my few friends, I don't like being smothered.

"Thank you for caring, I love you, but I've got dad here and he is also an over-protective parent and we both want to go to bed"

"…but what if you have a concuss-" she tried to argue but I cut her off.

"I don't have a concussion mom, the doctor cleared me before I left the hospital." I heard her sigh through the line

"Fine… I love you and sweet dreams, call me tomorrow? I want to know what happened okay."

I shuttered remembering the rain, the dark mass in the road, the swerve, the sudden stop, the driver… "Mom… I went over this with the police, there isn't much to tell. Just an animal in the road, it happens all the time… I'll call you tomorrow, I promise, but I'll talk about the accident in detail in my own time?"

There was a down beat then I heard her say under her breath "stop growing up too fast" I chuckled aloud.

"I love you mom, Good night."

"Love you too honey, give me back to your father will you?" she asked

I rolled my eyes and said "no problem, here he is" I walked back over to my dad and handed the phone back to him. I faintly heard my mother on the phone that was away from my ear say "night sweetie!"

My dad took the phone back, but before pressing it to his ear he wrapped me in one arm and squeezed me tightly in a fatherly embrace, kissing the top of my head. "love you Chloe, glad you're ok, good night sweetie" then he let go and smiled at me as he pressed the phone to his ear and diverted his attention to his wife.

I smiled back and then went up the stairs to my room I'd stayed in every summer for the past four years. I collapsed onto the bed and barely got beneath the comforter before my eyes were closed.