Chelsea's P.O.V

*The car shook furiously. One minute we were upside down the next we were upright. The car came to a halt, blaring out its horn for everyone to hear. My hands automatically flew to my ears, tears drenching my scared face. Once the horn died down my wailing was the only thing that filled the deathly silence surrounding us. I managed to slip off the protective belt and peered over at my parents. Both had blood dripping off their faces, dads arms were covered with little splinters of glass where the window screen had shattered in on him. His chest wasn't moving but I hardly battered an eyelid, not understanding what that meant…

I broke the silence, "Mommy?" No reply… "Daddy?" … nothing.

"Claire?" a hoarse voice croaked. I listened to the gentle sobs a I crawled over the small space separating the front of the car from the back and clambered into my mums lap. Snuggling into the warmth of her body, I felt hands protectively wrap themselves around me.

"Shh, it'll be okay." her voice whispered softly, "Mommy's got you now."

I breathed in her scented floral perfume alongside the strong metallic blood that covered her face and arms.

I woke in the arms of my mum. She was stiff and cold but I stayed put, letting myself blackout from fear.

Strangers ripped me away from her arms and carried me to a big van with loud sirens. "Where's mommy?" I asked, confused. "WHERE'S MOMMY?" my voice echoed, louder this time. "Where's mommy? I just want my mommy, where is she?" no reply…

"Where's mommy?"*

I awoke shuddering and shaking; drenched in sweat.

"Where's mommy?" I subconsciously asked, imitating my younger form before a piercing scream erupted from my mouth; blood curdling and cruel, one that someone in severe danger would give off. A figure loomed over me repetitively asking if I was okay but I switched off, drowning myself in my thoughts. I was surprised to say the least, it was the first time I'd had the nightmare here. It was a frequent occurrence at home… home. How I longed for Marks comforting words, his protective arms pulling me towards him, holding me securely; allowing me to drown out my sorrows. Fear of the past was the only thing that haunted me; possessing my every thought and feeling. The events of my life had scarred me deeply and as much as I had tried to blot everything out, like blotting away excess ink on paper, it always came back to abuse me. I had tried to run away from it and my attempt had failed. Even changing my name in a hope that my memory wouldn't find me hadn't worked. You can't run away or hide from your memory. It's part of you after all and so will always come flying back with more force than before.

"Chelsea?" the voice echoed.

'Who was Chelsea?' I sleepily thought… 'Oh, wait, isn't that me?'

"Mhm?" I muffled, trying hard to choke back the tears.

"Shh, it's okay." the voice replied, draping their arms around my shaking body.

I shot up at the word choice and leapt out of bed. Unable to keep control of my emotions I allowed my tears to flow freely. I slipped out of my house and carelessly jogged to the mountain top in the dead of night, knowing that I wouldn't be bothered here; I didn't want to, should have to, explain myself and this story. This wasn't how it was meant to go.

I watched the sun rise and sighed to myself; contemplating whether or not to go back, this was supposed to be the first of a new season, an extremely busy day for any farmer. Instead of working I sat here thinking about life. I only left because my bladder was about to explode. Once that was taken care of I rushed to tend to Magic; that was all that mattered now.

I'd managed to drift off in her barn, surrounded by the intoxicatingly sweet smell of fodder mixed with earth. I marched back into my little house and yanked open each cupboard, searching. Once I had found the item I was searching for I screwed open the top and took a long drink from the dark red liquid inside the green bottle. I pretty much downed the bottle in one before moving onto a new one. I could feel my head become lighter and I felt almost weightless.

"Hey Chels, you feeling better now? you just disappeared this morning. I've been really worried about you." He quickly gushed whilst walking through the door.

"Hii Dennnyy." I slurred, giggling a little as I did so.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked suspiciously.

Well, duh, it was obvious. "Maybee." I giggled.

At this he rushed to my side. "Have you eaten anything at all today?"

"Uhhh. Yep."

I stood up and stumbled away from him, making my way into the kitchen. I grabbed down a different bottle full of whisky and collapsed onto the sofa.

"I really don't think you should be drinking anything more Chels." Denny announced, his brows knitted together with a somewhat angry expression sewn onto his face.

"Don't tellll me what to doo… you can't boss me about." I replied.

"Fine whatever, it's your choice. If you're drinking then I am too." He sternly said before snatching the whisky bottle out of my hand and swigging down some of the contents.

We finished that bottle and he went onto a new one until we were both drunk out of our minds. What happened later was anyone's guess.

I woke up groggily feeling very sick with a pounding head to try and deal with. As hard as I tried I couldn't remember anything more than finishing the bottle of whisky. Dread filled me as I thought of all the things that could have happened. I quickly shrugged them off upon seeing an empty house. I ran to the bathroom and threw up everywhere before deciding that planting my crops would have to wait until tomorrow. I dealt with Magic, smiling happily knowing her pregnancy was going well. I stumbled back to my beloved house and snuggled into the sofa with my duvet covering nearly every part of me. I flicked on the telly and fell asleep to the buzzing sound of people talking.

A/N: Well, there you have it guys, another chapter and a double update. :3, I made it a double because both chapters were considerably short, so sorry about that . If this chapter doesn't make much sense I apologise and sorry for making it so sad/dramatic or whatever. Im guessing you can tell she had a tough time growing up; that's why she ran away haha. Anyway thanks for reading, I've had over a thousand views now which is unbelievable! i do really appreciate all the reviews left and my followers/ favouriters, you guys are the best. Anyway, thanks for reading, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter :3