-Welcome to my new story :3 I shamefully gave up on Phantomrider, I didn't want to but it was tough writing with a character like that :] Hopefully this will be different, and I can keep it going?

Alien

Chapter 1: Slowly adjusting.

Moving halfway across the world is never fun. Especially if you're not willing to talk about the accident, let alone talk at all. I used to talk nonstop, loving my own voice, I was even full of myself. Now when I looked in a mirror my voice caught in my throat. I was disgusted. Disgusted at my past, at myself.

When I woke up from my long slumber, my dad instantly put me in therapy. It was the worst decision he ever made, I refused to talk, refused to open up. And just like that, I became invisible. I was the weird traumatized girl sitting at the back of the class, the one they wondered about, but didn't dwell on it, because she was a lost cause.

I was the one who wore black to try to blend in; never really succeeding. Nobody thought I'd be able to stay quiet so long, with myself being the lead singer in a band. Well former lead singer. Do I regret not being able to sing anymore? Do I regret failing so many people? Of course I do. But this is what I need right now, I need the quiet. I had to soak everything in, and that I haven't came to terms with yet.

The weekend came too fast, and this was the big day. My dad thinks I should be in completely different surroundings, which is why we're moving. Moving out of the city is an understatement. Try moving out of the country! He's decided that he wants to take up a small business somewhere in Germany, he made it big with his own chain of restaurants, and now he wants to go international. I don't want to move though. It's like I'm going to have to be judged all over again when the students figure out I'm probably never going to talk.

Not talking again is okay by me, by myself not doing so is causing myself to save lives. I know it sounds drastic but I'm guessing you guys will figure out soon enough, and I'm not pleased about that. I'm a normal girl from Kentucky, who's life was thrown out of proportion.

Right now I'm changing in the plane bathroom. They said it wasn't allowed but my dad pulled something about me being 'special.' It hurt my feelings to no end that he would do that to me, but I knew he didn't really care about me. I was just unnecessary baggage of the past, or that's what went through my mind anyways. I knew he loved me, but most of the time he didn't act it. Like how he told the flight people that I was hard of hearing, or something dumb like that.

I stared at my reflection sadly, I hated my face. I was one of those girls with a low self esteem. It used to be different, before everything happened I knew I was beautiful, I loved compliments and I just loved my flawless face. I never wore my hair up anymore since I had a large scar going from my cheek to my hairline, it was pretty nasty looking. If I hid it with makeup you couldn't see it unless you looked for it. The side of my face was also destroyed, so I had to fix it with makeup.

I always wanted to cry looking at my appearance, but usually I just avert my eyes and smear on the lotion and powder, that's all I used for today. It's not like I needed to impress anyone, and it's not like I cared. My eyes were lifeless and held onto the past, if you gazed in them you could see the pain in their icy blue depths. My hair was plain, it fell in blonde straight waves stopping just below my shoulders. Everything about me rang innocent.

To other people they may even find me cute or charming, but in my eyes I'll always be disgusting. I knew what happened while others didn't, and I planned to keep it that way. I let out a barely audible sigh, I never trusted my voice, not even while I was alone. I started putting my makeup and random shirts in a little duffle bag when there was a loud bang at the bathroom door.

Whoever was making a loud ruckus was going to have to wait, because I didn't like rude people, not one bit. A few little knocks came then. "Could you hurry please? I think I'm getting air sickness." A weak voice came. Was air sickness even possible? I didn't think about it as I unlocked the door. I shakily walked out and a poor guy made his way in. He turned around once and his coal lined chocolate orbs gave me a silent thanks, I nodded in knowing.

I made my way back to the seats where me and my dad were placed next to, which I wasn't complaining about. I honestly don't know what I would have done if I had to set by someone I didn't know, I'm a wreck with new people. I had gotten the window seat, even though my dad said it wasn't a big dead, he's been pouting next to me for the whole flight here.

Dad sighed as I clumsily and noisily sat myself down in the seat and glanced out the window. I couldn't see the Atlantic anymore, which means we've made brilliant progress on our journey, we should be arriving soon. Who knew what Germany held for us and our broken family? Something good and pure hopefully, of that I could only wish.

My dad cleared his throat quietly and whispered to me. "How do you think you'll like it over there Abby?" He asks me these questions, hoping that I'll answer him. Always hoping. I gave a distant shrug. "Won't you please talk? I miss hearing your voice." He tried again. I just stared on out the window, looking at the sights. "It's been over a year, you need to find a better way to cope…"

Like he knew anything about coping, he's slept with who knows how many women and done some things that I had no clue he could be capable of. Of course the shrink said each people copes differently, so I had no business to shove my nose in. He copes by sleeping around as I cope by not talking. It's easier for me that way you know?

He tried in a happier tone, knowing I wasn't going to be talking to him anytime soon. "Anyways, you'll love it there! The house is huge, we've got privacy, a huge deck, and the neighborhood is super friendly." He paused to gather a breath. "I think starting school ASAP is a good thing huh?" I nodded. I was terrified of missing school to no end. He smiled and ruffled my hair. "That's my girl!" I cringed away from him, he was embarrassing me. He only chuckled and went to reading his magazine.

I was getting really nervous, the intercom came on and said we should buckle up for landing. A whole new living space felt not so good at the moment. I took long breaths to steady my thoughts, I didn't need a panic attack right now, and I didn't need to worry the crap out of my dad. I got my little duffle bag ready in my lap. I was being jerked around as we landed, wasn't the landing supposed to go smooth? They do in the movies, but not here in real life. This crap scared the shit out of me.

"Are you ready to start off fresh?" My dad asked me quietly. I nodded for his benefit, even though I'd so much rather live stuck in the past. That's where I'm happiest. I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed my dad and the long crowd out of the airplane. I grabbed my messenger bag and flung it over my shoulder, it was the only thing I had from my past. If my dad wanted me to start new, I refused to bring mostly nothing. A few diary's at the most, and a few favorite pictures. That's all I needed.

"Start walking towards the exit and wait for me outside will you? I'll only take a sec, I need to call the moving company to come pick up all our crap, and then rent a car." Dad smiled smugly at me. "I'm so sorry for leaving you alone for a little while, I hope it isn't too hard for you…" He trailed off being sincere. I flashed a ghost of a smile and turned to find the exit.

I kept my eyes on the ground and walked toward the revolving doors, I toyed nervously with my hair as I did so. I hated people looking at me. I probably walked with a hunch too, seeing as it killed me to stand up straight, it made me feel like all eyes were on me. And I hated that feeling.

Four very weirdly dressed boys cut in front of me, I knew they were guys by the way they held themselves. They all had huge sunglasses and hats covering their eyes, if I would think about it I might even say they were famous? "Mein schlechtes!" The one boy with baggy clothes exclaimed. And what made me want to crumble was when they all turned to look at me.

I think I was going to start hyperventilating! Me and people didn't go good together. Air caught in my lungs as they waited for my response. I crossed my index fingers and placed them over my throat, hopefully they got the picture that I didn't talk. "Deutsch verstehen?" The one with the long brown hair asked, he was pretty muscular. I think if he asked me if I understood him, one of the phrases I taught myself.

I let the emptiness settle over my facial features again, why couldn't they just leave me alone? I shook my head and kept walking. That's how we settle that one, I turned to see if they were going to follow me. They didn't. Instead they were talking to an older man and woman. Parents I presume. I was instantly feeling the loss of love, I missed my family and how it used to me.

I pushed back the tears and made my way through the damn annoying revolving doors, I would have gotten out of the place sooner if they weren't so fun! I went in circles about five times before I surfaced from the airport. I slouched on the side of the building waiting for my dad to arrive. I yawned and realized how tired I was, I was too wound up to sleep on the way here, so hopefully I'll fall asleep as soon as my head hit's the pillow tonight.

Staring down at my clothing choices made me believe that I fit in here, I wore nothing but black today, and it fit Germany. It was such a sad a gloomy day, pretty soon I knew it was going to start raining, because I could smell it. My converse were so worn and torn the bottoms were about to completely wear out, I needed a new pair of shoes. Shoes, makeup and clothes were going to be my new essentials.

A car honking pulled me out of my too girly thoughts and I looked up to see the face of my dad in a new shiny car. I didn't know the name of it, but it looked expensive! I hopped in as it started raining, I smiled faintly at my knowing.

"Buckle up." He said sternly. He always reminded me of that now… "Oh and the moving trucks are on the way, and you'll be starting school tomorrow." I was so fucking exhausted. I gave a faint thumbs up and let my head bang flat against the window, I felt myself dozing off but I didn't let myself. "And I'm going to try to set you up with a meeting at the school counselor, even though it's probably useless, you still need someone to communicate with Abbs." He sighed.

"We need to do something about your little habit there too…" He trailed off eyeing my cut up arms. He wasn't going to get me to stop that, cutting kept me going most of the time. If not that, there was my diary's. He laughed then changing the subject. "I cant wait to start getting settled, its going to be so great here…" And I just tuned him out, he didn't even care about my cutting problem, only about being the picture perfect family we once were.

I was a shred of happy as we pulled up to a giant fucking house.

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