Chapter 1.

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They never stop.

I'm afraid they never will.

The same nightmare over and over again.

When will it stop?

The bath. 

The blood.

The screaming.

The Shouting.

She's not moving.

She's not breathing.

It's been 2 years since that night. 

The night that changed our whole lives. 

The night that turned our world upside down. 

We never knew she was struggling, 

She covered it so well

So god damn well.

My parents couldn't handle it. They split and went their separate ways.

Dad moved back to London. 

Mum moved to California and took me with her. 

 She became a workaholic and my dad never calls. 

We also never speak about her.

 About Alison.

Every night I wake up because of the same nightmare.

 Staring at my ceiling letting the tears roll down my cheeks, wondering if this will ever end.

 Wondering if I could have done something to help her. 

Rolling out of bed I walk into my bathroom, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My blonde hair is a wild mess, my eyes are red raw and swollen. Splashing cold water on to my face to try and refresh myself but it makes little difference. I turn around and walk back into my bedroom, my alarm clock the only light in my room showing the big bright red numbers 2:30 am. It's always the same time.

I wake to the noise of my mother banging around downstairs, I roll over and see that it's 11:30am.

 Stretching my body I decided today I should get out of the house and explore the new town that we call home. Maybe have a look at the new school I will be starting in 2 days. 

After showering and getting myself ready for the day ahead I walk downstairs and head to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast bar. I find my mother typing away on her phone as always. She doesn't even notice me enter or leave. 

See this is the thing when Alison died my parents treated it like she was their only child like I no longer exist. I mean my mother speaks to me it's not like she ignores me or anything but it's different and I'm not sure what I can do to change that.

Leaving the house I decide to take a stroll to the nearby town to have a look around the shops and food restaurants maybe even find a bookstore or a library. Taking in my surroundings, it's busy but not too busy. People coming in and out of shops carrying countless shopping bags, kids running around while their parents tell them to be careful and not to go too far ahead. I'm so focused on what's going on around me that I don't even notice the young girl walking towards me.

 We smack straight into each other making her bag slip off her shoulder. This causes her belongings to spill out onto the sidewalk.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" I shout out while bending down to help her pick her things up. 

She smiles at me and just waves her hand about "It's fine I wasn't paying attention either."

We stand and take each other in. She's mid-height with long brown hair which matches her dark brown eyes. Her skin is sun-kissed but I'm unsure if that's due to fake tanning.

 She sticks her hand out "I'm Jessica, Jessica Summers. I take her hand in mine and introduce myself  "Nora Forbes".

We end up in a little cafe which is Jess's favorite. We've been talking non-stop and it turns out I'm going to the same school as her which has made me feel a lot better about starting. As the time ticks by and the sun goes down, it's time for us to go our separate ways. Before I go to leave Jess stops me. 

"Nora I'm having a party at my place tonight, you should come and get to know some more people that go to our school".

 She writes down her address and phone number on a napkin and passes it to me.

 "Text me if you decide to come".  I smile, giving her a small nod. 

On my journey home I can't stop thinking about Jessica's invitation. Should I go or not?

It couldn't hurt to get to know a few people, could it?

 Little did I know that night was going to change everything.

So guys what do you think? This is my first time writing on wattpad and I've been a bit nervous about writing this as I'm not that great at it.

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