Cassidy Mason had the perfect life. But when tragedy occurs she is forced to change. Cassidy has two choices. Should she simply accept it, or listen to the silent whispers and run?
I don't remember much from my previous life. I remember it being filled with happiness, a family who loves me, friends to rely on and pure bliss. But I remember how it ended as clear as day. I remember it much too well.
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My life was perfect, too perfect. Fake. With my perfectly cared for dyed blonde hair (which looked completely natural), crystal blue contacts, pale, alabaster skin and perfect wardrobe my life was the envy of any girl. I was the stereotypical American girl, even going as far as being head cheerleader. People loved me, they loved my materialistic life, hell, I loved it. However, I was too absentminded to see the cracks. My so called flawless life was shattered like glass on my sixteenth birthday, just three years ago. It could have happened to anyone. But of course, it happened to me. Cassidy Mason. Cass, for short.
June 16th. My sweet sixteen. I ran my fingers through my long blonde hair trying to comb it into submission before emerging from my beloved bed and began browsing through my walk in wardrobe. After selecting a simple outfit of skinny jeans, ballet flats, a cornflower blue cardigan and vest I ran downstairs to greet my parents. My father was a lawyer, so money was never an issue. Apparently before i was born they moved around a lot. I never had to worry about that, or so I thought.
"Happy Birthday Cass!" My father cried before hugging me gently and handing me a small parcel. My father and I had always been close, we shared an unbreakable bond and I knew in my mind that nothing could ever break us apart, After going through a similar charade with my Mother and younger sister, Viola, I sat down on the plush cream carpet and began unwrapping parcels.
Time passed quickly, and soon enough I was sitting through school, tapping perfectly manicured fingers on my new Blackberry. Friends, and even people I had never spoken to came to wish my a happy birthday, and eventually I was able to go home. It wasn't that I didn't like school, but I found it tiring and pointless. I had much more interesting aspirations. I wanted to be a model.
Little did I know, my perfect day was coming to an end. My days in brightness were over, darkness was coming.
"Mom? Dad? Vi? I'm home." I yelled as I came through the door, dumping my school bag on the way in. Walking into the living room I stopped suddenly. My Mother sat on the shiny leather sofa looking worried, her small body shaking uncontrollably. Her phone slipped form her hand and smashed on the wooden floor, she didn't even react. Viola, just nine years old, was sat on the floor, staring into space in pure shock.
"W-what's going on?" I stammered. My Mother looked up suddenly, as if she hadn't even noticed me come in. Lovely.
"Oh Cass, honey, I'm sorry. I know its your birthday, but we had to cancel your party. There are things we need to sort out as a family." A small tear slipped from her wrinkled green eye, but I hardly noticed. I felt the rage bubble up inside of me. Suddenly exploding, I began to confront her.
"Why?! Don't I matter? What the hell is wrong with you?! I have been waiting for this party my entire life, you cant just take it away like that. Its so unfair mom! And what do we have to sort out?! Our family is FINE. What's going on?! Where's Dad?!" I screamed, knowing my father would take my side. My mom simply stood there and took it.
"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. I didn't plan on telling you so abruptly. But its your father, he's gone."
