HUNGRY EYES » JASPER HALE / PART 1 [under editing]

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WELCOME TO FORKS

I'd never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in the place of someone I love, seemed like a good way to go.
Unfortunately, that wasn't how things turned in my case. Dying is peaceful, easy.
Life is hard.

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Samantha rested her head on the foggy window of the passenger seat of her mothers red, run down car; which now seemed to be more rust than car but after the accident it was the only thing left in one piece to drive and it's not like after the funeral, uprooting their life and moving half way across the county that they could afford a new car.
Her eyes scanned the quickly passing scenery, nothing but deep, dark green forests for miles, eerily dramatic lakes and the ever-present cloudy grey sky. She decided it wasn't too bad, rather beautiful actually and it's not like the cold ever bothered her anyway.

"So, what do you think Sammy?" Her mother spoke in a small voice, she'd lost so much of her fire since the funeral, hopefully the move will be good for her.

"It seems fine." She shrugged. She was all for moving away from the haunting memories that seemed to lurk in the walls of their old home but would she ever truely escape them? Would this new town truely allow a fresh start, the possibility of a new, better life.

After what seems like a eternity of driving in long, sad silences with unspoken apologies and promises of a better future the two wallowing women pull into a driveway of an old two-story house. The white paint is chipped in some places, showing the wood behind, one of the window shutters looks like it's barely hanging on and the grass is slightly over grown, the house looked pretty sorry for itself, but then again, so did the Greene's.
Sam slowly dragged herself out of the car, looking up at the house.
"Home sweet home." She mumbled.

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The inside of the house seemed to be just as disappointing as the outside. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling corners, tattered webs wrapped around the light fixtures and Sam internally shivered, she hates spiders.
She took slow steps up the stairs, listening as the creaked loudly under her weight, the sounds slightly disheartening. This house looked like it was ready to collapse, why it hadn't been bulldozed long ago was a mystery to Samantha.
Her room was a decent size, already equipped with a queen-size bed, desk and built in wardrobe. All she had to do was clean the thick layers of dust off the shelves and her desk top. Thank god she didn't have asthma.
It took almost an hour to lug all her boxes up to her room, not because she had a lot of stuff but because her mind wandered easily, she found herself continually becoming distracted by her surroundings from the dust covered shelves to the chips in the wall paint.
After unpacking what little she had she collapsed down on her bed, a deep sigh escaping her lips. Sighing seemed to be all she did these days. words were pointless now.