The secret

I awoke from yet another sleepless night looking forward for the next day.

A new everything today, new school, new friends hopefully, new teachers, new life. Boarding school in California. I'm being shipped off to boarding school in California.

My little brother, the only family going with me. After the accident I haven't been the same. The only person I talk to is Harry, my ten year old brother Harry.

The accident, my mum, my older sister Maddie and me in the car. A truck crashed into us and in those two terrible seconds my life is turned inside out, my sister died instantly, my mother lived for another two minutes, her final words to me were "Skyla.... You are a triplet... They were taken after they were born.. You are a werewolf. I love you." I passed out after two more minutes of sadness and pain.

It seems like everything happens in twos, the two seconds that the truck driver is distracted leaves two people dead, my mother and my sister. It leaves me in a coma, fighting for my life for two months. My mother gave me two revelations before she died, she struggled for life for two minutes, I'm not sure whether what she said is true or not but I'm not sure if I want to find out.

After the crash I stopped talking, well almost. I only speak to people I trust like my brother or my dad or my friends and the rest of my family. I told my friends what happened and all they gave me were sympathetic looks, but I don't want that, I should have died that day as well, things should have happened in threes. During the crash a foreign object was imbedded in my stomach area, when it was taken out during surgery, my ovaries etc. were damaged, I cannot have children. Plus side to this  no period. Yay, note sarcasm. It's not the fact that I can't have kids that bothers me, it's that all I get is sympathy I kinda just want to move on and live life to the fullest. I have learnt one thing from this crash, it is never to waste the time you have left, you never know when it might end. It's been six months since the crash and I have changed, I used to be a happy go lucky teenager, now I am more sullen and depressed, I only talk to certain people, my brother. I have pretty much pushed myself to the limit and all of my anger is now taken out on the punching bag, the accident has changed me, but I'm big enough to realise it's not in a good way.

So here I am on the plane to California in America with only my brother as company, when we get to the school we will be sharing a dorm room, I only know Harry, therefore I will only be talking to Harry, I will try my hardest to remain unseen I would like to avoid any awkward one way conversations. "Skyla, the plane landed." Well shit, it's just like Harry to ruin this already terrible day, first day of my new life. I nod my head in acknowledgement and we make our way off the plane. Shit it's hot in California, from winter in Melbourne to summer in California it's quite a change. This isn't good, I don't wear shorts or T-shirts I got scars from the crash, well let's change that statement, I don't wear shorts or T-shirts in front of people I don't know, don't talk to or don't trust. I wear them if I'm alone or if it's really hot when I'm running or boxing, I don't need anymore sympathetic looks or disgusted stares. I've had enough of them to last a lifetime.