I Don't Deserve Your Love

Chapter 1

I wake up screaming. I am not in a car, I am in a flimsy mattress and I am sweaty. I sit up and rub my eyes painfully. Not the nightmare again. Knocking interrupts me.

"Cassie are you okay?"Aunty Violet says gently.

"Yes, yes I'm fine" I reply, I hate to tell a lie but what else does she expect me to say?

"Well then, get ready. The moving van will be here in an hour." I stared into empty air confused then I remembered.

"Shit!" I said out loud. Today I was moving to a completely different town. And I was going to be in a car for at least four hours. I felt nauseous already.

Seven years ago my mum,dad and sister Naomi died in a car crash. I survived, with only a burn on the side of my lower back as a painful souvenir, and I now live with my Aunt Violet, who isn't even my aunt more like a second cousin twice removed....she is young, kind and gentle and has cared for me like a daughter from the day I turned up at her house as an orphan. Ever since the accident I have a phobia of being in a car. It is called Amaxophobia. I can still hear the haunting echoes of my sister's laugh. Today I had no choice but to travel in a car.

Aunt Violet, or Vi as I like to call, whines."Come on Cas, I need some help getting the boxes outside"I groan and drag myself off the mattress taking another 15 minutes. I look out the curtain-less windows. Sure enough, Vi was trying to heave the numerous amount of boxes onto the pavement.

Behind me my room is an empty shell. It looks and feels miserable without my belongings, it looks and feels just like me.

...

One and a half hours later. The moving van has arrived. My prospects of surviving this car trip was looking low. I looked into the front seat of the blue Kombi van. Aunt Vi comes up behind me.

"Come on, have you taken the sleeping pill?" she asks.

"Not yet, I'll take it now" I reply, my voice trembling with the ghosts of my pasts. My hand slips into the pocket of my shorts. I feel the smooth white oval in my palm. I take a swig of cold water and swallow it whole. I cautiously step into the combi van and sit down.

"You okay" Vi says carefully.

I manage to fight the fast effects of the sleeping pill and answer with a faint yes. My eyes begin to close. I last hear the song of 'Eleanor rigby' by the Beatles on the radio.

MY CHAPTERS WILL PROBABLY BE REALLY SHORT, SORRY. I DON'T REALLY HAVE REGULAR UPDATES ORGANISED. I WILL TRY AND LENGTHEN MY CHAPTERS AND UPDARTE REGULARILY. BUT MOST OF THE TIME I STRUGGLE TO GET INSPIRATION.