Chapter One: Lost
Claire's Point of view
All that was running through my mind were the family memories over and over. Blurring until it was like a movie playing in my head. I never thought that today was the last day I would ever see my family. It all changed in the blink of an eye. My parents had been drinking. My mom was sick in the backseat of the car, so my dad asked me to drive. Forks is a relatively small town. Not that many people were driving at night. Especially when it was raining as hard as it was. My little sister, Noah, was asleep in her car-seat. I could hear my dad murmuring soft soothing words as my mother threw her head into the bucket that the restaurant provided us, and was violently puking. It started raining harder. I was straining my eyes to see. Quicker than lightning, headlights were speeding toward our car. I swerved hoping to dodge it, but it rammed right into us. The car started spinning. Glass was flying everywhere. The car flipped over, and over again. Finally, the rolling and spinning stopped. My legs were crushed under the steering wheel. I could feel blood soaking my clothes through what looked like a stab wound on my stomach. I turned my head, with effort, I saw my parents, both dead. I heard Noah cry out. As I looked her way, another set of bright yellow lights speeded towards her side of the car. I tried to reach out to her. She cried out once again, but her scream was cut off by another car ramming into us causing the car to slide and tumble on its side. The last thing I saw before everything went mercifully into oblivion was my little sister. My sweet, innocent, one year old sister, her face smashed in like a soccer ball that had been kicked too hard. Right then, I knew I would die.
Quil's POV
I was with Sam, Emily and their son, Adam, when we got the call. Sam got up to answer it. "Hello?" the person on the other end of the phone buzzed out an answer. "Are you sure?" was Sam's anxious reply. The phone buzzed again. "Thank you for telling us. We'll be there shortly," Sam said quietly. As he turned to face us, I felt the steel cables in my chest pull away from me painfully. He looked at me in the eye, "Claire's been in an accident," he whispered. Emily gasped and her hands flew to her mouth as tears filled her eyes. I couldn't move. My heart squeezed and I struggled to breathe. "Josh, Anna, and Noah didn't make it," he said softly. Emily's wails brought Sam running over to her. The news of her sister dying was almost too much for her to bear. "Claire made it through the crash," Sam continued, "But it's not looking good right now. Her heart keeps giving out." That was all he said before I ran out. The anger burning a hole in my chest, then the shaking started. I phased and threw back my head with a loud pained howl.