Last of Us

Chapter 1

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I never meant for this to happen, becoming family-less in this place we call life is unbearable yet somehow we manage. Anything that could've, should've or would've been is completely and utterly gone. And this is how it happened.

"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever; the goal is to create something that will." Chuck Palahniuk.

A/N- Hi guys! A few of you may know me from Fanfiction, but other than that, I'm completely new to Wattpad! This is an OC version of a story that I began on Fanfiction about a year ago. I know it's not the best right now, and some parts are a little cheesy or stupid, but it gets a little better, I promise. But, I know this isn't really the best time to start posting on here, as I have to have surgery tomorrow morning at 7 to get my tonsils out, but oh well. I will be updating this on Thursday, hopefully. And I will also be having an original story coming out within a few weeks. But I hope you like this guys, and please let me know in a comment what you think. And favorite, and do all that Wattpad stuff that I really need to get myself acquainted with. Well, I think that's it, I'll keep this short and sweet. Enjoy guys!

I stood on the outskirts of the accident, just watching, unsure if I was really alive or dead; or in between, if that even exists. I supposed I'd find out soon enough. I watched from the outside, from the tree line, our old SUV shoved under the depths of an old gas track. I realize what is going on; my family is in that car, all of them. Jacob, Lizzy, my mother and father. And everyone, that's all I had left... beep... beep... beep...

I shudder awake, my eyes quickly fluttering open; the sweat drips off my flesh like raindrops falling from the clouds above. I shoot up from the bed, taking a look around my room to see the rising sun peering through my windows, and then I collapse to the floor.

I take in a deep breath, as tears stream from my face, almost as fiercely as the sweat. "It was a dream, just a dream." I tell myself, although the fear continues to creep in that it will eventually become reality; it will eventually become real, and I could not live through that, having no one. "Just a dream" I assure myself.

When I finally decide to drag myself up from the floor, I get dressed, remembering that I only have about thirty minutes. I take a very quick shower, first striping the nearly drenched clothes from my body. I look at my body in the mirror; I see a girl, who's not skinny, but she's not fat by no means. I see a girl, who's lost.

I get in the shower, rinsing the sweat and grime from my body, washing the filth from my hair. After about 10 minutes, I get out, quickly drying off. I throw on light acid wash jeans with rips covering the front, a black off the shoulder long sleeve shirt with the word 'hope' printed on it in white, and black combat boots. I went sparingly on the make-up, putting just a bit of mascara, and putting my hair up into a messy bun.

I skip down the stairs, thoughts of this morning almost pushed from my mind, and attempt to find something for breakfast, before being yelled at by my brother, Jacob.

"Eliana, unless you wanna be late, let's get goin' girl!" He yells at me from the front door, the evidence of our previous life in Texas peering through. With his words, I quickly grab my bag, and rush out the door.

I jump into my brother's red, rusty old work truck, of which I am in no way ashamed. "All ready to go El?" I just nod, and he handles the stick shift to gear.

Currently not in the mood for anyone's jibber jabber, I put my headphones over my head, pressing play on my iPod. So yeah, my headphones aren't Beats, or anything more than a ten-dollar pair that I got at Target; everyone bases things on what you have, and how much it costs. It's beyond annoying