Broken hearts, things break, life is lived.

Chapter 1

I woke up to the smell of bacon, yum all though i like coffee better. I checked my phone, i had too missed calls and 3 text messages. It was 10 am, and i hear giggling outside the small tent , that me and my sister sleep in. It’s sunday morning, nothing different than any other day. The sky is a piercing,blue no clouds in site. Birds are squawking in the background, as my dad is loading up the car. Sweat lines his brow as he lifts the heavy object into the back of the truck. With a loud thud he groans, grabbing his back. My mother and sister are laughing and playing cards, probably gossiping. I’m just nowhere, i'm in the middle of everything. I’m sitting on a swing, music blasting from my headphones. This is how I liked it, alone in the silence. It gave me time to think about my life and what i'm going to do. My family is on a camping trip, something about how it’s good for the family bullshit. I don’t see how it is, our family is still the same, broken up and apart from each other. It’s like someone came by and took a gold club to us, braking us and shattering us apart. Our family has been having a very difficult time getting along, fights about the littlest stuff. It ‘s only because my mother works 24/7 and my dad is always on the road. My sister, Andi, is at the age where she can’t take care of her self but can still gossip. Shes 8 if you didn’t know. I take care of her, im practically her mother, my mom just isn’t there like i am. No wonder we have problems, were a pretty messed up family.

“Alright everyone, let's get in the truck time to go!” My dad making waving motions with his hands, so he could get my attention. I was going to miss the quietness of the camping groans and the pretty views from the trails. Finally I can just go back home , and back to where my friends were. Oh wait, i have two friends. Nick, who is the guy i run to when i need help with thing, he’s gay so we can talk about boys, and he’s just awesome.

*FLASH BACK*

It was july 9th and my friend Nick and I were planning a party. It was hot and humid out. Nick was humming along to the radio, i’ve never heard him sing but by the sound of his humming i bet he was good. My mother always told me that you can tell whos a good singer by the way the hum. He was flipping through a magazine rolling his eyes at all the skinny anorexic girls. “ Look at them, they're way to skinny. They look like copies of other people.” He rambled on and on, and when he rambles theres always something he has on his mind. I finally couldn’t put up with the rambling.

“ What's on your mind Nick, we both know you don’t care about some retarded model in a magazine.” He faked hurt clutching his heart.

“Well you can’t laugh, okay? This is going to very hard for me to say, and im guessing your going to be shocked. Just promise you’ll still be my friend.” He looked like he was going to puck like something was bothering him, and he just couldn’t find the words.

“ Well spit out, I wanna know. I promise i wont laugh and i’ll still be your friend.” I said in my most serious tone, which wasn’t very serious. I’m not a serious person, i hate it, it reminds me of my mother. And i refuse to turn out like her. Sure she has the money and the fame, but she doesn’t have love or family. That is what matter most.

“Well... I’m k-kinda... GAY!” He shouted and threw his face down into a pillow. My heart stopped, what did he just say. This is great news, I’VE ALWAYS WANTED A GAY BFF.

“ OH. MY. GOD. YAY! I can’t wait we can go shopping and talk about boys, and you can even spend the night.” I kept talking, until i was cut off.

    “ Wait... you don’t mind that I’m gay. I thought you would freak,” he shook his head back and forth not understanding.

“ Nah man your cool, i’ve always wanted a gay friend.” He hugged it out and went straight to the ice cream tub.

        *FLASHBACK OVER*

Becca, who is the girl that puts me straight, doesn’t sugar coat shit, and when i need her shes there. I could go on and on about these two friends, they’ve always been there. I unhooked my ipod from my headphones and put them away. We had been driving what seemed like forever. One Direction, What Makes You Beautiful came on, which was my sister and I’s jam.

“ TURN IT UP!!!” She yelled at my dad, who cranked it up. Her voice cut through the little cab we were sitting in. “ YOUR INSECURE, DON’T KNOW FOR...” I waited for my line to come. My sister was smiling and laughing, trying to sing.

“ EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ROOM CAN SEE IT, EVERYONE ELSE BUT YYOOOUUUU,” And then both of us jumped in. “ BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE, THE WAY YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR MAKES ME OVERWHELMED...” it goes that way the whole time. It was just one of those moments where I could let go of all the depressing moments, and have fun. My song came on Bound to You by christina. My family says that i can sing and that i have the voice of an angle. But im not going to do anything about it. Theres no point, I love to sing, but i won’t make it. We stopped to get food at McDonalds. I ordered Chicken nuggets and french fries, with a smoothie. My sister did the same, she told me one day that she wanted to be just like me. After we ate, my sister passed out in an awkward position, her feet were both different ways and her head was twisted weirdly. I don’t know how she sleeps like that. We were getting off the exit to go to our small town in louisiana. Belmont is a small town of 361. We joined with another town for school. Our high school had at least 300 kids in it. Most of them thought i was a slut, whore, tramp. You name it, i am it.

While we were getting off the exit, my dad looked at my mother in fear. I looked over out his window. I saw bright lights coming at us, it didn’t look like they were stopping either. bam and then i felt like Floating. That's what it felt like. Something was wrong, I kept trying to open my eyes, I couldn't tell. AH! I suddenly became aware of burning, an ache covered my body which felt suspended in some surreal hell. I opened my eyes, and they burned. My ears rang with a reverberating thunder. "Oh my God! Oh my, oh my God!" A voice, distorted, but audible screamed, a shriek which made my soul cringe . I struggled to move my arm, electrifying pain coursed through me, contorting my body. I forced a moan as I opened my eyes slowly. Glass. There was glass everywhere. Forcing myself to come to my senses, i was overwhelmed with agonizing fiery pain. I passed out, while sirens drifted off into background.

I tried moving opening my eyes, but they wouldn’t budge. I then tried to wiggle my fingers and i felt them twitch. Yes i was making progress! I don’t know how long i tried to wiggle my fingers or open my eyes but nothing would work. I heard mumbling in the... where ever i was. I fluttered my eyes a little bit, okay good Jaslyn you're making progress. Okay keep going all the way open. AND THERE OPEN!!!! OH my god, what is that bright light. My eyes snapped shut, right away. God i'm going to kill who ever shined that on my face.

    “ Jaslyn, baby you're awake,” my aunt tracy said. What was she doing here? Where was I? What the fuck happened? All i remember is my dad looking worried. Oh my it was all coming back to me, i was in a car accident. I remember screaming, and glass breaking. “ Jaslyn! Jaslyn its okay, don’t worry don’t freak! I’m shutting the blind. The light went out, and i opened my eyes. My aunt came up to me running her hand down my face. “ How much do you remember babe?”

“ i remember being in a car crash, and my dad looking worried. Where is my dad? Are they okay?” Her face turned to sadness, thats when i knew something was wrong. She tried to open her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Why can’t she just tell me what's wrong! Just spit it out!

“ Jaslyn your car got wrapped around a pole, you were thrown from the car. Your parents and sister are dead, they died instantly.” Once she said that i regretted even asking. I wanted to burst into tears, but i didn’t, you can’t show weakness to get far in life.

Instead of crying, i turned away from my aunt. I let a couple tears out before talking. “ Please leave I need time by myself.” She patted my back and left. I heard the door open and then shut. I let my tears fall, Why did i hafta survive. My mother always believed that people had paths, but why was mine filled with hurt and sorrow. My tear stained face and puffy cheeks proved that life wasn’t getting better. What was my path, my family path wasn’t great, so mine can’t be either. And with that i cried myself to sleep, knowing that i have no one now.

* Okay so its not the best, but i needed to start a new story. If you like it just commet below or something to let me know. Thanks for reading :D*