𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝚰𝐂 | 𝙹.𝙷

CHAPTER 1

My entire life I had been more than content with being alone. I was just passing through town, I didn’t know what would end of becoming of me in Forks. I was an only child, then my parents died, then my grandparents, so being on my own was standard. When you have limited social interactions as a child, you tend to grow a fondness for other estranged creatures in the world. You submit yourself to enjoying secluded hobbies that don't cost any draining of your social battery. I liked spiders. I could identify most household spiders without even using a magnifying glass. I liked crystals. I could tell you the chemical compound and crystalline structure of over a hundred minerals just because I wanted to. This is not to say I tried to be different. I participated in group projects, tried out for sports teams, even joined the middle school debate team once— got kicked off for harsh language. I wanted to be like other girls, find the cosmetic necessity in make up and be able to walk in high heels without my feet cramping. I didn't have the endurance to torture myself and only eat salads or wear bras every day. If I could walk around with a coffee IV drip I would, and my favorite food was chips. 

Most of that changed once my grandparents disappeared. Having done socials projects in middle school about the horrific details of the foster system I avoided it like the plague. I ran away from Texas and made my way to Canada, flirted my way across the border and got my citizenship. I was homeless for the entirety of my highschool years up until this point. Two years on the run, trying to escape my past, trying to beat death in a never ending race in which he was always two steps behind. Sometimes I considered crossing that finish line, but I held onto hope that eventually life would be worth living again. 

On a whim I decided to make my way back into America, using a fake I.D and a twenty dollar bill I bummed off a crackhead in Vancouver I ended up in the tiny town of Forks Washington. I didn't like tiny towns, it was easier to stick out in them, easier to be known. I only planned on passing by, then moving on to the next town over. What I definitely didn't expect, was to be taken in by the Forks Chief of Police.

“Alright that's $2.75. Cash or card dear?” The lady at the register asked with a mind smile

“Cash,” I mumbled, starting to pull out the lose change from my pocket. I counted it all out coin by coin in front of her, and came up with $2.17 “Shit.”

“You know what sweetheart,” the lady sighed, handing me the pre wrapped sandwich “You take it.”

“Thank you ma'am,” I bowed my head respectfully “I appreciate it.”

I made my way to the front door of the tiny corner store, pulling my greasy, holy flannel jacket tighter around my body. As I went to open the door to walk out a man stepped through, knocking into me and causing the $20 worth of food and drinks to go spilling out from under my jacket and into the floor. I locked eyes with the cashier, the only lady stared at me in shock for a few seconds before starting to shout bloody murder. I dashed out the door, shoving past the man and heading into the middle of a parking lot. I was almost t-boned by a man with golden eyes. It was probably just the darkness and the street lights glaring down, but I swear he had golden eyes. 

“Hey! Sheriff, that little shoplifter’s getting away!” The man at the front door started shouting

I looked up, and just my luck a man in a police uniform was standing there holding a cup of coffee. I instantly booked it down the road, ignoring the Sheriff and his shouts for me to slow down and wait. I ran as fast as I could, hoping to gain as much distance as I could before he jumped into his car. I had no idea where I was going, having only entered town a few hours prior, and everything looked different in the darkness. I raced down alleys and weaved my way through the late night traffic. I hopped fences and even jumped over dumpsters, running despite my feet hurting and my lungs aching.