If I Changed

If I Changed (Watty Awards 2011)

Chapter 1

My name is Alexis and this is my story. Last year around January me and my brother were driving to school in his friends car who was driving. My brother's name is Alec..He is my twin He was turned around talking to me since I was in the backseat. Yeah, your wondering why we were in my brother's friend's car instead of my brothers? Well my brother is a senior and so is his friend. Im a junior. I'll be a senior next year.

Did I mention the guy driving was Dylan and my boyfriend. Yeah I know creepy right? Dating your brothers best friend? Well not really. They would always hang out together when we were younger and so we got to know each other. The beginning of last year we started dating because we found out we had feelings for each other ,but didn't want to admit them to each other.

My brother being my brother found out about my feelings and told Dylan. So Dylan ended up asking me out and of course I agreed.

*Flashback*

So back to the car ride. "Alex?" Dylan asks. I look up and were at a stop sign and he's turned around looking at me. I smile. "You know I l-" he was cut off by a car ramming into our right side. I woke up hanging out the open window of the car on the left side.

I look around and see my brother in between the 2 cars. He looks lifeless. His eyes are open and mixed into the blue in his eyes are red. Blood! My brother is d-dead. I look away not able to look at him anymore. I remember Dylan and look around for him. I see him he's on the ground out the back of the car. Blood everywhere around him. He's dead.

I hear siren's in the background. I start freaking out from all the death around me. Why? Why the hell did that car have to run into us? Why did they have to die and leave me here? The ambulance is here. They don't see me yet and they go over and place a body bag around Dylan and pry the car away from Max's body. They put him in a body bag also. Others start wheeling other bodies in body bags out. I'm guessing there there the ones in the opposite car or one of the other cars from the crash.

I try to push myself the rest of the way with my right leg which is still in the car on the seat. A shot of pain goes up my leg. I think its broken. I push myself back in the car ignoring the pain. I get in and look for my stuff and my brothers and Dylan's stuff. We bring almost everything in their. I don't want them taking it or throwing them away. I open the car which was very easy and limp out of it.

Still no ones seen me. I go over to the forest right next to the light. My own is surrounded by trees and everything. I fall to my knees and look around Theres a hollow part on the tree. I put the bags in there and limp back to the car and lay down on the ground so they don't think somethings up. After a few minutes someone finally sees me. Fucking assholes! Aren't you suppose to check for survivors too?

They pick me up and put me on a stretcher.

*End of Flashback*

You are wondering did I ever get those backpacks. Well I did. When I was out of the hospital and the stupid cast on my leg. I was able to drive and everything. I went and got them. After the accident. I couldn't bare anything anymore. I wouldn't talk to any of my friends. I went to school for the rest of the year. But I changed....a lot. I became a emo. I wore all black all the time and time to time I cut myself. I knew it was bad ,but if I got thinking about Max and Dylan the pain became unbearable.

That summer my parents were scared it was going to happen again and they were going to loose there other child too. So they moved me all the way to a small town in New York. I seriously hate small towns. My last town wasn't a town. It was a city. Now that was a understatement. We lived in Los Angeles. In the eastern part. With trees and everything. Thats why I was able to hide the bags.

In the bags I found all there school things and there wallets and everything. I still cherish those bags. I hide them so no one ever finds them except for me. I keep them for there smell. It still smells like them. Of course my family is richer then hell. My mom is a fashion designer and my dad is a lawyer. They are always home on weekends to be here for me no matter what. You would think my life is perfect. The great house, anything I want, loving parents, but I don't have my brother or my boyfriend anymore.

I was once a happy, caring, loving girl ,but that changed. When that car rammed us from the side. Over the summer when we were moving into of course the biggest house in the whole neighborhood. I was thinking. Should I move on? Enjoy my life? I know I would never be normal again ,but I could become close. Couldn't I? I finally decided by the end. Yes, I could become myself again. Its a new town, new school, new life.

So, A week before school I asked my parents if I could redecorate my room. Which I did after the accident and made every thing black so no light could come in. Of course they agreed and gave me a shit load of money making sure I changed it to a better room. I hired workers to clear out my room and put everything in the attic except the stuff in my closet. Also my adjoining room and anything in my bathroom. Those will be dealt with later. I had the black carpet taken out and removed. I had a pretty light blue carpet put down. Not the puke blue. The color of the sky on a beautiful summer day.

I had them repaint the walls a bright lime green. I had the ceiling painted a light blue too. After that I went to all of my mothers magazines catalogs for furniture. I bought a queen size bed with a bright lime green comforter and light blue pillows. My room is huge. It fits a coach, tv, bed, mini fridge, and most likely anything I want. My adjoining room keeps my things from my old life.

The room is just plain white. So I leave it alone. While I was shopping I had the men paint my bathroom a dark purple and put down light purple tiles. My closet I will be doing after my room. I buy a flat screen t.v., black mini fridge, black couch, huge mirror, also a huge bookshelf. I love to read. All kinds of books. Except for anything school or history related. They bore the fuck out of me. After I have everything done and put where I want it. I call my parents in.

They come in expecting dark colors and everything. They see my room and there facing go from scared to surprised. My mother gasps and runs over ad hugs me. "Oh, thank you for making your room bright and lively!" That day was pretty much done. Afterwards my parents went back to there work and I watched t.v. the rest of the day.