Okay... Wow.

I didn't intend to abandon this story, honestly. Things had just gotten so hectic last year during that time, and before I knew it, I stopped writing. It sucks, because I really enjoy writing this story. And now that I'm back for some time, why not revamp it? It's a year later, and looking back at the old chapters is making me cringe. So I'm back, with new grammar skills that won't make reading this story so cringe-worthy and difficult!

Forgive me if I don't update as often as I used to. I'll try to not abandon this again, but I can't make any promises. Today will be a good paced day, since I'm on the last winding day of vacation. I'll post as many chapters as I manage to finish writing.

Alright, let's crack into this!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The unforgiving screeching of my alarm clock assaulted my ears, ejecting me from my peaceful slumber. Startled by the loud beeping not even a foot away from my head, my limbs began flailing around pathetically as I tried to scramble out from underneath my blankets. Unfortunately I got a tad too close to the edge of my mattress, and fell off of my bed, smacking against the carpeted floors of my room. I grumbled obscenities under my breath, and groggily laid on the floor for a few moments, my brain still registering what had happened.

"Lisanna, are you alright? Come on, you can't be late for that job interview!" I heard my mother's voice chirp up the staircase, and I sighed in defeat.

"I know Mom, give me a moment!" I responded, and used my bed as leverage, before hauling myself up onto my two feet. It always puzzled me how my mother was so bubbly all the time, especially without my father around. He had passed away a few years back, leaving my mother and I on our own. My father was a caring man, especially when it came to family. He knew his time was limited, so he had formed a sort of back-up plan for my mom and I; he left an envelope behind for us with a wad of money enclosed in it. He was watching over us, even after he passed away. It certainly helped us out, considering that money kept us fed while we adjusted to having to change shopping routines and what other usual expenses would cost with the absence of my father. It was horrible during the first few months; my mom tended to make an extra plate at meal times, and she'd always make a joke about how silly she was. But I always saw the pain and hurt behind that mask of false happiness.

"Alright, now's not the time to reminisce over the past.." I grumbled some, pushing those memories away to the back of my head. "It's time to get ready for a job interview."

I walked over to my vanity, grabbing the brush off of it. I paused, taking a good look at myself in the mirror. Right now I looked like a walking corpse; mangled hair, bags underneath my eyes from the lack of sleep, due to binge-watching my favorite anime One Piece. My room was decorated with merchandise from it I absolutely loved it. Anyways.. not to mention that I was a bit underweight, so I looked a tad on the starved side with my bones sticking out more prominently than other girls. Sighing, I began to run the brush through my tangled raven locks, hoping to get out the majority of the knots. The last thing I needed was to show up to an interview looking like I just got in a fight. Once the more noticeable knots had been sorted through, I grabbed a small hair tie and twirled my hair some into a drill like shape, before twirling it around the core of the twist I made with my hair, and then kept it up with the hair band. It looked somewhat professional, except for the small stray hairs that sprung out. But I easily took care of them with a few black bobby pins.

"I'm not even going to attempt with make up.." I muttered. Makeup and other cosmetics were not my division; I wouldn't even be able to do it to save my own life. The most I ever did was a tad bit of concealer, just to hide blemishes and acne of the sorts. I'm only seventeen; acne and blemishes are bound to show up on my face. I got a small dab of concealer, and rubbed it underneath my eyes to help cover the bags some, and used a bit more to cover noticeable blemishes. Once I was content with my appearance above the shoulders, I walked over to my closet, sliding the white wooden door open and grabbed the outfit I picked for today. It was a simple white blouse with a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of black flats with a flower on the top, near the toe.

Exiting my room, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and applied deodorant before heading downstairs. My mother was at the kitchen table, clipping coupons for the local food store we went to. A plate with two pieces of buttered toast sat on the counter waiting for me, and I smiled some.

"Take a piece and go, hurry!" my mother scolded me. "Your interview is in thirty minutes, and you have a fifteen minute walk to get there!"

"Alright, alright, I'm going!" I responded, grabbing a piece. I grimaced some at the purse I would have to take to hold my belongings; my mom picked it out for me to take. I wasn't a big fan of hand bags and purses of the sort, so wearing one was always torture for me. But today was a rare exception for me, since I would be going to a job interview. I slung the bag over my shoulder, and grabbed a piece of toast, before giving my mom a kiss on the cheek and a farewell. Quickly I exited my house from the front door, and walked down the few steps before going down the pathway leading to our home. It was a comfortable little home, suitable for our needs. There was plenty of space, and we both had our own bathrooms.

My flats made the smallest clacks against the cement of the sidewalk as I hurriedly walked down, before turning the corner of my street. I wasted no time in eating the piece of toast, the buttered melted into the bread by this point. I reached into my purse and grabbed my headphones, before grabbing my phone and plugging them into the headphone port. I figured I could listen to some music while heading to this place, and it would calm my nerves. It had become more real to me that I would be starting a new chapter in my life, one where I would have to work like any other adult. I wasn't a kid anymore, I had to work now in order to buy things that I would desire.

I turned the corner once more after walking two blocks, and I crossed the street to walk on the side of the street where the ocean was closest. The smell of the salt air was always refreshing to me; it gave me a sense of adventure. I've always wanted to explore the world, and sail on the ocean. It was always taunting though, since I lived in a small port town that had boats coming in and out regularly. Sometimes I contemplate about sneaking onto one and going with them out to sea. It's been a dream of mine for a long time, and I hope that once I get a stable job and my own home when I'm older, I'll be able to do so. If my job pays well enough, I might even invest in a boat of my own!

I smiled at the thought, and I didn't notice that I slowed my walking pace down. The oceans waves that rippled along with the winds was always mesmerizing, watching the sun reflect off the surface, making the water look like it was covered in a thick layer of shimmering crystals. I also didn't realize that I was getting too engrossed with watching the calm waters. With winter on its way, the air was beginning to get a bit colder, and the ocean around here had a tendency to be cold all the time. I wondered how cold it would be in the fall, when it wouldn't be frozen into ice like it tends to do during the winter. I put my hand on the railing, the metal being a bit chilled from the air. Everything seemed so peaceful, with people passing by occasionally to do their daily routines, and to be able to hear seagulls faintly over my music coming from my earbuds.

However, it isn't a good thing that I get lost in my surroundings. Because I tend to not notice things happening around me as well.

Such as the car that swerved out of control on a turn, and came barreling at me.

I only turned around in time to see the terrified face of the driver and their wife in the passenger seat. I felt my body go weak, as the impact sent my body up the front of the car, sliding on the hood, colliding with the windshield and breaking it. Pain blossomed from every part of my body, as I felt little shards of glass cut into my skin. The front of the car smashed into the metal railing, sending my body flying once more, tumbling some on the hood before I tumbled off, and plummeted down into the ocean. Everything happened so fast... I was just heading to a job interview, and everything around was so peaceful.. and now I couldn't move my limbs, my body paralyzed from the shock of the icy waters of the Pacific Ocean.

I could see my blood gently dispersing in the waters, as I sunk down. I couldn't swim upwards..

'To think I'm going to die already... I don't wanna die like this.. There was so much I wanted to see, to explore, and to do...'

I closed my eyes. I accepted my fate, there was no coming out from this. Bubbles escaped from my lips, as my blood continued to spill from my wounds. No one would be able to save me, I sunk too quickly. And no one else but the people who hit me would know. They were knocked unconscious on impact of the railing. But I'm sure people would run out of their homes and shops to help them. Everyone would work to get them out of their mangled front, call an ambulance and rescue them.

But what would happen to me? What would become of my mom, who would soon believe someone kidnapped her daughter, since she went missing from her walk to her job interview? My chest ached horribly, but not from wounds. From the inside, my heart burned and ached. My lungs felt like they were going to burst.. but my heart was worse. And I knew why it ached so horribly, why I felt as if I was crying.

Lisanna O'Conner didn't run away from home. Lisanna O'Conner wasn't abducted.

I died, drowning in the icy depths of the ocean. Without so much as a scream, or struggle.

Okay, so that might've been more brutal than before.. :)c

I think it turned out pretty good! Like I said, this story will be going under heavy editing, so previous chapters will be deleted and rewritten with much more detail. Lisanna also might have a bit of a personality change, but things will stay in the same route that it's been heading in.

See you in the next chapter!