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Chapter 1
*Imogen Moore*
"Why did we have to visit his grave at night?" I complained to my parents as we drove down a dark lane, lit only by the dim street lights. I glanced out the window and I watched the dark houses roll by. It was late and everyone in this boring, little town was sleeping. "I mean, why not during day when there aren't any… bats or spiders out?"
"You aren't scared of the dark are you?" Dad teased me from behind the wheel. I rolled my eyes and hugged my jacket closer to my body, grateful for its warmth. "Also, spiders come out during the day. Have you been skipping school again?"
"Pfft no!" I exclaimed, the heat rising to my cheeks. I hadn't done that in ages. "First off, I stopped being scared of the dark when I was like two and skipping school is for amateurs who can't think of any other way to get rid of their emotions."
"What do professionals do?" Mum asked, clearly amused by my statement. I chuckled softly and rested my head on the car windows cool glass.
"They take drugs," I said swiftly, my head bobbing along with the movements of the car.
"You promised us you were off them!" Dad pointed out accusingly and Mum looked at me with disappointed eyes. I gaped at both of them in disbelief. Seriously?
"I am, but if your brother died you would still be emotionally damaged after one month!" I shot back in my defense.
"We lost a son honey, I think that is just as bad." Mum stared into her lap sadly. I felt my eyes brimming with tears at the thought of Brandon, but pushed them away for the sake of my mother.
"So, why are we visiting his grave at night?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.
"Because I promised your mother we would do it on his birthday, but we were busy at work today so now was the only convenient time for all of us," Dad answered me, never taking his eyes off the road.
"Uh oh. Erh…. Mum do you happen to know where my bracelet is?" I asked tentatively whilst searching through my hand bag.
"Which one dear?" Mum replied.
"The one you gave me for my birthday?" I said, dropping my bag with frustration. Mum looked over her shoulder, staring at me with worried eyes.
"You lost it?" Mum said her voice dripping with panic and worry. "Honey, pull over and we will take a look." Dad looked back at me, rolling his eyes.
"It's only a bracelet girls," he stated and I watched in horror as we began to swerve into the other lane. Suddenly, two blaring lights began to barrel towards us and I caught my breath.
"Dad watch out!" I screeched at the top of my lungs. Dad immediately turned around and spun the wheel around in a full circle, attempting to turn into the other lane. Everything suddenly began happening in slow motion. A loud, ear-splitting scream escaped my lips as the front of our car collided with the truck. I dived forward, but my seatbelt held me back, tightening around my throat. I clawed at my neck in a desperate attempt to get my breath began when suddenly I felt myself slip free. My body jolted and my heart stopped as our car spun to the left, my nails digging into the car seats. I screamed as the back tip of our car hit something hard, turning all my bones to jelly.
I called out my parents' names but they were lost in the sounds of crunching metal and my mother's screams. My heart was beating so fast, it felt as if it was going to burst straight through my ribs. Our car suddenly turned over and every single bone in my body went stiff and I caught my breath. I was going to die.
The side of our car crashed into the solid road and I felt something in my leg snap and I screamed in pain as I reached out for my leg, but I was thrown back by force. Our car was rolling over. My head smashed against the window and I gasped in pain as blood began to trickle from my forehead. The windows smashed as the road collided with them and I was showered in sharp shards. I felt pain course through me and I let out a scream that burned my throat.
Everything went still and I was sure they could hear my heart beating from Mexico. I winced as I moved my leg and I pulled some glass from my arm, shouting out, my voice sounded hoarse to my ears. I pulled my hand away from my leg and at the sight of the blood I felt my eyes roll back before fainting.