Begin Again

Chapter 1

"Savannah, Wake up!" my dad's voice bellows through the house.

I groan and roll on to my side, the sunlight from my windows hitting my eyes. I blink until I adjust to the light before getting up.

I go into my joint bathroom and have a quick shower before getting out and putting on some high-waisted shorts with a black top that has 'xo' written across the front. I put on some mascara and lip gloss and then slip on my black converse.

I make my way downstairs, greeting my father before shoveling into my pancakes.

"Good morning," he chirps.

"Good morning," I respond, my voice muffled by pancakes.

"So, are you ready to move to Miami?" he asks, trying to bring up conversation.

I roll my eyes, swallowing my food before I speak. "I don't understand why I can't do my Senior year here. I can just live with Sienna or Lissa."

"No, I want you to move with us. It will be a good change, a fresh start," he says sadly.

I knew he was referring to the car accident four years ago. The one that caused my mothers death and that caused me to be in a coma.

"Dad, I understand that. It's just I want to stay with my friends," I try to reason.

"Well, you can't," he replies shortly. "Melissa is very excited to have you move in."

I inwardly groan. Melissa, my evil step-mum. God. I hate her. She thinks she can just waltz into my life and straight away fit the mother role. She's so damn controlling.

I put on a fake smile. "Of course she is."

That stops the conversation. Dad knows I don't like her and I think she knows as well.

"Well, just hurry up and eat. You have your last session with your therapist today," Dad mentions.

Oh yes. Dr. Sommerville. He has been my therapist for the past three years. He's the only one who helped me get through my mothers death. My father completely shut me out for the first few months, until Dr. Sommerville had a talk to him. My friends were there, but they just didn't understand what I was going through. And since the accident was partly my fault-even though everyone says it wasn't- I blame myself everyday.

The only other person who could've understood what I was going through, would be my best-est friend in the whole world. To bad he left me. I woke up and he was gone. Bastard. So much for I would help you through everything. He moved and I haven't seen him since before the accident.

All these thoughts bring tears to my eyes. "I-I'm just g-gonna go."

My voice breaks and I rush out of the house before dad notices. I hop into my car and take deep breaths before backing out our driveway.

Looking at the scenery, I know I'm going to miss this place. I've lived in Michigan for as long as I can remember and now I'm moving to another state to Miami.

Soon enough I pull into Dr. Sommerville's office and walk in, straight to his office. I don't bother going to the front desk, I've been coming her for the past three years and they all know me.

I push the door open and sit down in my usual seat to wait for him. A few minutes later he comes in and sits at his desk. He is a middle aged man and he looks like you average therapist. He has a son as well and we used to date, for about three weeks. Turned out he wasn't my type.

"Sav, how are you today?" he asks.

"I'm good thanks. I don't want to move to Miami, but other than that I'm good."