Chapter One

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The scariest thing about dying is that you don't know what's going to happen. Sure, you have the NDE people who recount their experiences, but how do you know that that wasn't just an illusion created by their brain?

For me, the scariest thing about dying is the fact that you won't know what happened after your death. Are your friends okay? What about your family? Or a possible boyfriend/girlfriend?

At the moment, these are the thoughts rushing through my head, never slowing, and never stopping. There's a pain in my chest that has become so constant that it feels natural. I have no control over my body. My hands are clasped together over something sticky on my side, something I fear to be blood. I can tell that I don't have much longer, my breathing starting to become ragged and sparse. If only I had listened. He warned me, no, demanded me to stay away, that it was no place for a girl. It was that last comment he could have said differently. To prove him wrong, I stupidly drove to the one place he didn't want me. Which is the reason I'm currently laying on the floor covered in blood.

Through my blurry vision, I can see a battle raging on around me. The people don't seem human, instead almost wolf-like. I blame it on my vision; there have been no wolves in Beacon Hills for over 60 years.

Beacon Hills.
The first place I have called home in a very long time. Here, I had made friends that I knew would protect me and stand by me. It's a shame I won't live long enough to say thank you.

My mind wanders to the day when I first passed the town boundary and officially started my new life...

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"Wayne, we should stop at the grocery store." Mom states as we pass the Welcome To Beacon Hills sign.

"No, let's go to the house first and then we will go to the store." Dad tries to compromise, obviously failing when words come out of my mom's mouth.

"But it's already getting dark and we both know that we won't feel like going out once we get to the new house."

My parents arguing fades into the background as I put on my headphones, the voice of Taylor Swift filling my ears. They always argue like this, over the stupidest little things, but they are never really mad at each other. A churning feeling settles in my stomach as I think about all of the sacrifices they have made for me.

You see, I have been bullied my entire life. Well, roughly. Every school I've been to (around 10 if you're wondering) I have been bullied. For no reason at all. Supposedly. For that reason, we have moved around a lot, my parents left with the task of jobs and me with the task of fitting in and making friends. Which obviously is not a task I would succeed in. Though friends were more of a problem during middle school as I have now learnt that being alone is actually quite nice.

This year being my freshman year, I have decided that I would be better off not making friends and keeping to myself. After all, nothing exciting enough happens in Beacon Hills to warrant a person to text.

"Sierra, please tell your mother that we will go to the house first." Dad demands, adding me into the argument.

"No, I think it would be best to go to the store first." I state simply, placing my headphones back on.

"Why?" I hear faintly.

Rolling my eyes, I say because we would be too comfortable at the house and won't want to get up again and that would mean no breakfast.

"See Wayne? Our daughter agrees with me!" Mom sounded gleeful, like winning this argument was important.

Dad mumbles under his breath something inaudible, though the words women, ganging up and not fair seem to be audible.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 15, 2016 ⏰

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