Running out of gas and hydroplaning into a ditch on the side of a mountain is not an ideal thing to have happen. Especially when you are a scrawny twenty-two year old that is all alone without cell reception. My fathers beautiful 87' chevy square bodied truck has only ever been a problem of mine, however it is all I had left after the accident. My dad seemed to have known the house we lived in would go up in flames, he had left a letter on the passenger seat in his truck along with his little savings he had compiled over the years. the letter read in his scrawling script "open when you are ready". The thing is my dad is the only person I have ever had in life, I will never be ready to open that letter. My dad died trying to save me to get me out of a house engulfed in flames. I can't forgive myself or him for that. He went back in saying something about needing to let me fulfill something. I can still feel the heat of the flames and hear the sirens blaring with the EMT trying to console my sobs. As my tears fell and my anger soared rain pelted down upon us and the inferno that was my house came crumpling down. They couldn't put the fire out in time and they never found my father. They said the flames destroyed everything. So I took all that was left of everything I had ever known, and I fled. Which put me here the in middle densely forested rainy Oregon.
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Sanguine Point
ParanormalRunning from everything has seemed to be the only option for Jocelyn. Her fathers Chevy pickup, her book, a letter she has yet to read, and fear are the only things she has left. Running from what a destiny she doesn't know she has. That is until sh...
