This Can't Be Real

It was all my fault. Everything was my fault. Maybe if I was more careful this wouldn't have happened, but it was so dark and the dog came out of no where. I swerved to avoid hitting it and ended up totaling my car against a tree. Now I have permanent scaring on my neck going down to my chest caused from the windshield shattering. My left leg is covered in ugly pink scars the aftermath of the surgery I had to have to try an fix some snapped tendons and a shattered femur bone. I now have to walk with a slight limp for the rest of my life.

The medical bills were through the roof, mom had to take up a second job as a waitress and dad stayed late at the office everyday. After that, that's when the fighting started. The first night I got released from the hospital they fought, it was past midnight and they probably thought I was asleep and wouldn't hear them arguing. It happened every night for two weeks, they would argue about paying the hospital bills and house bills to if they could even put food on the table.

It got better after a few months. There was no more fighting at nights, I couldn't hear mom crying after dad would storm out after one of the big arguments. The bills were being easier to take care of, I was even able to walk without the help of crutches. Everything was going back to normal again, or so I thought.

Six months after the accident mom was taking me to physical therapy, everything went fine, did a few new leg stretches so my leg wouldn't hurt so much when I walked and I even got a free latte from my instructor. Everything was going like it normally would. Until we got home. Instead of my dad greeting us at the door there was a small yellow sticky note on the door "I'm sorry" that's all it said.

His stuff was all gone. His clothes, his computer, his toothbrush, everything. Gone. Mom got the divorce papers a week later. She signed them and sent them right back to where they came from. She didn't cry, not once. She acted like it didn't bother her one bit. But I could tell it was killing her inside. Dark bags grew under her eyes, her green eyes that used to look so bright and full of hope were dull almost lifeless. Her voice wasn't as sweet sounding as it used to be, she looked worn and tired. All I could think about was this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me.

Mom sold the house not long after instead of living in LA we were going to live in Beacon Hills, apparently mom had a brother in Beacon Hills and rent was more reasonable there. A fresh start. Something We both needed.

A/N: This is my first story on Wattpad but I do have others on Fanfiction.net . Anyways this story just sort of came to mind a few days ago and I thought I should do a fanfiction out of it and see how it goes. Please let me know if you guys like it so I could continue it :) I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Ooh and this story will be updated from my iPod or phone so if it looks a little different I apologize.