Prologue
I had never thought much about the supernatural. To me, things were only real if I could see and feel them. Real was my room, my books, my mom, my dad, my brother and my sister. Real was my home in Kodak, TN, a place we moved to the summer my baby sister was born. Real was my friends and school, my teachers and everything I encountered day to day.
Real was the fact that on June 1st, 2003, my father's car was found upside down in a ravine, but no body was to be found until two weeks later. Five became four in a day, and my mother was the only one who couldn't let it go.
My dad's body was flown back to the town he grew up in- the town I spent the first ten years of my life in: Forks, Washington. The funeral was big, with most of the town turning out to see it. We were given a police escort by the chief himself. Charlie Swan was Dad's best friend, someone I grew up with and someone who was hurting just as much as we were. For the procession, I spent the time in daydreaming. I envisioned myself far away, where death couldn't touch me. The world I dreamed of was closer than I imagined.
Like I said, I never thought much about the supernatural. But when the truth is staring you dead in the face, how can you deny it? How could you not give your life up for someone you care for, even if you once considered them to be mere horror stories?