The Neighbour

Chapter 1

I awoke to the sound of blissful silence. We were driving on a highway It was finally the day my family was travelling to move into our new home in a small town in America called Nastow Hill. It was the middle of autumn, there was nothing more lovely than autumn. I adored the crisp leaves that fall from the ancient tree branches, the mornings dew covered grass, the mystifying colours of the beautiful sun, the smell of fresh rain. I wind down the window as it makes a slight creaking sound, reaching my hand out the window enduring the fresh air as it slips in-between my fingers. As I stared at my hands flowing through the wind they reminded me of music, music felt so homely. I could just imagine my fingertips playing notes on my beloved piano made of old wood. Whenever I felt sad I went and played, I never let anyone hear me play. I was very insecure about it.

WHAM I felt a huge impact a cacophony of sounds hit my ears like a tidal wave. The crunching of metal, the tinkling of glass as it shattered. My mothers scream. Then I felt the pain, horrible, horrible pain, crushing my arm. As my vision faded, I caught a glimpse of my little brother's broken neck before everything went dark.

I had been in a major car accident.