May 12th

Prologue

                                                      She has a kind heart with good intentions.

She's just struggling with a very troubled mind that makes bad decisions.

- Juansen Dizon

listen to: say something by a great big world and Christina Aguilera

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No one can ever fathom loss.

 It is the one thing that is utterly unimaginable.

I'm not talking about losing your favourite pair of ear rings that you were just itching to show off when school came back, or when the football team lost to your mortal enemies and you had to listen to them mope for the weeks following.

That's not the loss I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the kind that rips you apart nerve by nerve, cell by cell until your just a puddle of atoms lying on the uneven cement on Ashwood bridge.

The kind that doesn't consider what's fair and doesn't leave you in peace after it attacks.

I experienced that loss on May 12th, 2015.

I didn't lose a pet or my favourite pair of ear rings, though I wish, I lost my family when Clifford Knight drove his Mercedes Benz E-Class into our standard SUV on Ashwood bridge at precisely 9.24pm.

Me, my brother and both our parents were in that car.

And only I came out alive.

They say grieve is the stepping stone to moving on, that You need to feel that pain to let go of any anger or resentment you may feel

But I haven't, I still hold my resentment to one person.

Asher Knight.

Son of famous Clifford Knight and Elizabeth Knight, Renown to our small town of Ashwood.

Where rumours walk, and gossip talks.

Asher was somewhat royal; they all were.

They had money and Ashwood was a small town with big bucks.

You had to have money to own land in this exclusive town, and all the residents did.

They are all stuck up, sneer faced people who looked down upon mistakes and gossip while sipping their champagne is hushed voices.

And don't even get me started on their children, who are entitled and look down upon on anyone not in their rank.

Bullying is just one small antics in their games.

okay, I'm getting distracted here, back to Asher Knight.

Asher Knight is the stereotypical bad boy of our town, He has girls falling at his feet and could get away with murder if he really wanted to.

his father did.

Him with his good looks and smirk that was always plastered on his face made me want to just punch that self-entitled jackass in the face, but I reframe, as hard as it is.

He was also the only source I had to radiate my anger and rage to, his father drink-driving and killing my family was the biggest scandal to the 'Knight' name and the worst blow that they had taken but money talks and soon everything was hushed up because even from his grave, Clifford Knight still had complete control over this town.

But now I was in my final year of High school, senior year, the last year I had before I could leave this town and my baggage behind and start fresh.

Unfortunately for me, fate has other plans.

And that's just the beginning.

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