PREFACE

People plan their lives. Even though they will allow it to change as the course of their lives run through; they plan it right up to the final second of their death. Who will be there for them? What will they do? How will they live their lives? Where is the set location for their new profound life? Yet the most important is; when will they start living? That is a normal person. But what happens when you have your mind set? What happens when you bet your whole life on one peson, and they dropped it. What happens when the life you've come to know, was never really life at all. When you are alive in the human sense, and you're heart is beating. Your lungs breathe air in, and out. Yet you know you aren't really there. You know that the moment that the person, the only true person in your life you could trust, is no longer a part of you. The simple answer. You are dead.

1. CURIOUS

"Elizabeth! What is taking you so long?" My mother shouted after me. Her voice was definately annoyed. But I wasn't worried. Of course she was my mother and I respected her... but I was always the kind of girl who knew what was best for me. I knew that no one knew myself better than me. No one knew the corners I should turn in an attempt to raise myself into a mature adult. "I'm coming mom! Give me just two minutes more" I shouted back. "Please?" Of course I had to add that at the end. Even though it was me who knew the best for myself, she was still my mother.

"One, two,three,four..." of course... it was just like her to actually count off the minutes. I made sure to hurry up and pack my things without missing anything from my camera... to my toothbrush. The second I got downstairs I knew that today was something different.

The door was open with my mom standing right there waiting for me. Impatiently I might add. It was bright outside. Just beautiful. I could smell the pine from the inside of the truck as my sister drown the poor vehicle in car feshener. The air blew in. Not strong... just enough to give me goose bumps on the very tops of my forearms. The day was the closest to perfect it had ever been. Absolutely dazzling.

"What exactly are you waiting for may I ask?" my sister called out from the truck.

"What do you mean?" It was then that I realized I'd been standing there staring out the door like an idiot. "Oh, sorry."

I walked out the door and into the 1996 Ford F150 pick-up. This was it, I thought to myself. This was the moment that my entire life changed. This was the moment that I finally escaped the grasp that my parents had on me. All this time... time wasted being raised by people who were'nt even raised properly themselves. I could have been out finally doing what I was born to do. I could have been training myself for my future. Instead of being ordered around because that - according to my parents - was the only reason I was in existance. To help them.

I always knew I was different from that. They always tell me that I was important. I was a good-for-nothing brat who only cared about herself. I knew I wasn't like that. In fact... I was nothing like that! Ha! I even volunteered at the local animal shelter! Just the thought that I, Elizabeth Rosmassy, could ever be selfish.

No. No, selfish was holding your daughter in chains. Keeping her away from what she has always wanted to do. Just so you wouldn't have to clean a house or run errands. Of course they didn't really keep me in chains. That's just me being a tad bit over dramatic.

I had been staring out of the window of my sister Jade's truck for almost three hours now. I wondered how long it would take to get from Florida to Atlanta, Georgia.

I didn't spend too much time on that because I knew that it would just make the trip much longer. So I decided I was hungry. I was always hungry. I was practicly one-hundred and ten punds of food, only because I was never empty. And that was only because every time I was going on empty, I made sure to eat.

Jade hadn't said a word the whole three five hour and fourteen minute drive so far. Well, not to me at least. She had been talking on that phone for the longest time; using abreviations I could only begin to understand. Every minute or so she would laugh and say "LMBO!" It was starting to get on my nreves having no clue what she was saying so I concentrated on my hunger.

I remebered that I had packed some snacks in my back pack. So I reached over and, with out looking, pulled out what I thought was a bag of gummy worms. Still with out looking, I pulled the bag open and juice splashed everywhere. The contents of the juice pack got all over my clothes, and all in Jade's face.

She swerved trying to stop before she could crash. I closed my eyes affraid of what might happen next. I heard a loud honk, maybe a semi-truck? Then all I felt was smash after tumbling smash as our small truck rolled into a tree. I was in such shock. I thought maybe that was why I couldn't feel any pain. But when I finally opened my eyes I found out exactly why I hadn't felt anything.

Jade; awkwardly stretched accross my body. Her side completely destroid. The glass pierced through with a long metal pole. Straight through my sister's body.

No... no. No, this just couldn't be happening. I had bad dreams like this all the time. That's all this was, just a bad dream. I'd wake up as soon as I notice it's a dream. Wait... didn't I just notice that? Oh no no no no... this just can't be happening. My sister; what did she do to deserve this?

I moved my arm to try to get out of the termoiled car. I managed to open the door and fall out landing on my right knee. "Ow!" I screamed in pain. But I wasn't worried about me. I needed to know if my sister was okay. Would she make it? Or would she just d-

The word was just too unbearable to think. So I screamed instead. "Help!" I demanded. "Somebody! Anybody! Please! Some. One. Help. Me!" I screemed between sobs.

Two men came up to me. One seemed to be an older gentlemen. The other was about seventeen I'd say. My age exactly. The older was a plump man. He had a white beard, not too long, but long enough to hang off his chin. The younger looking guy was incredibly handsom. He was different.

Something about his eyes cought my attention. They weren't like any one else's. They looked average. The average brown eyes. To a normal perosn they would had been very boring. But I saw something there. But considering my sister's condition... I let it go quickly.

"What happened? Oh my God what happened?" The older gentle man asked as his face turned five shades of white. I couldn't answer. I was too busy hypervenalating. The younger one came and put his arm around my shoulder. Then I realized I was curled up in the fetal possion, crying. He knelt down on one knee. "Every thing is going to be alright now. I am here for you. What happened?" All I could do, besides crying, was stare into those big brown eyes. There just had to be something there. I knew it.

"I don't know. I was opening a juice... and the next thing I knew..." I started crying again. This time into the young man's chest. Why was I so comfortable around him? I never seen the boy in my life, and I was always the shy type so this made no sense. "What? What exactly happened?" The older man cut in between my sobs. "Shhhh... It's going to be okay. Shhh." The younger man whispered in my ear as he rubbed my back gently calming me. "Let's get you and your sister an ambulance. You can explain later. By the way, my name's Eliot." He told me. I managed to let out one more sentance before I started crying again. "Name's Elizabeth. Lizzie for short. And I don't know what happened."

All lies. I knew what had happened here. I killed my sister. I was going to have to live with that. All I ever wanted was for some one to believe in me; even just a little bit. Jade was that one person.

The only one I trusted. Although we never talked, she knew absolutely every thing about me.

We got to the hospital about an hour later. Eventually; they announced that my dearest sister Jade had died. It was wrong. I should had dided. She didn't do any thing. I was always doing something wrong. Leaving my parents to go live my stupid dream; or even just opening what I thought to be a bag of gummy worms.

Yet all I had were a few scratches on my face and a slightly spranged knee. So much for my dignaty; it was out the front door. Or back door I should say. Eliot had carried me from the ground to the ambulance. He looked at me from behind and turned his head once he had me safely in the hands of the ambulance. I hadn't noticed until now that my pants were torn open from my back side. Completey embarrassing.

It always seemed inevetable that I would ever get my life back to normal after a tradgety; but I always managed. Some how... this time seemed different. As if some new profound part of my life had been unleashed. Even after all that had happened today... I wondered that mysterious Eliot character.

I was still curious.