DEATH WISH - j.hale

NEVER COMES THE DAY - 01

THE SOUND of rain filled Sara's ears, the strong scent lingering like a fog in her new room. She and her mother had finally arrived in the small town of Forks about fifteen minutes ago, moving all the way from California. She already missed the damn beaches and sunlight that had accompanied her throughout her childhood. Warmth sounded a hell of a lot better than rain almost every single fucking day.

With a loud sigh, she dropped her last bag of clothing onto her bed, wanting nothing more than to lay her head on her pillow and sleep.

It was Friday, August the 28th 2004. School had already started about two weeks ago, yet she had to move all the way to a new state given that her mother had received a job as a surgeon in the Forks local hospital.

When Sara had found out, she begged and begged her mother not to make her go, as she was just finally starting to learn how to ignore the whispers around her. However, Anna Adams clearly decided to go and move with her daughter to a new state, accepting the change with open arms.

The young teen had found it almost humorous that her mother expected her to welcome the change into their lives — to pretend everything was fine, including her. She expected Sara to smile and forget her friends, her school, and her childhood home just for a damn job. Frankly, Sara was absolutely livid. And she made sure her mother knew so.

In just two days, she was going to start her new life. She would be attending Forks High School, Home of the Spartans. Great

It was at times like this that she wished her dad were still with her. Ted Adams was the perfect man. He was good looking, charismatic, bright, and always full of happiness. He was his daughter's best friend. He was one of the only people Sara could properly speak to. She had always been a daddy's girl — she and her dad were always doing everything together. From listening to music to jamming in the garage with her guitar and his drums. But after this past year, she didn't seem to know who her father was anymore.

Okay enough with the sappy shit, she thought to herself, pulling out her phone and her headphones. Putting on her favorite playlist, she put in her headphones, turning up the volume as loud as it would go. With a sway of her hips, she was soon in another world. The stress and sadness was lifted from her shoulders and she began to unpack. She moved with the music, humming the lyrics she knew by heart.

Anna had out all the boxes that belonged in the kitchen onto the counter, heaving a loud sigh as she ran a hand through her messy hair. Glancing around her new home, she felt happy knowing she and her daughter would finally be able to have a fresh start. After her husband, she could see how Sara's eyes no longer shined like before — the way she would give a soft smile before going back to an expressionless ghost of her past. Once a very open and happy girl, she was now cold and hard, almost impossible to crack.

She wanted to see her daughter smile, to laugh like she used to do. She knew Sara would hate the move at first — it was expected. But what Anna also knew was that her daughter would finally be able to move on. She would finally be able to grieve properly.

The older woman smiled slightly as she heard small thuds up the stairs in what was Sara's room. She could hear her soft hind as she unpacked. Anna knew deep down she had done the right thing. It was the right thing to move from the large city where scars of memories were left — it was the right thing to live here and start anew.

Right?

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After about an hour, Sara had finally finished unpacking all of her clothing. She closed the door of her dark wooden wardrobe that took up most of the space of her small house. She bit her lip, taking a seat on the corner of her twin-sized bed as she looked around at the rest of the boxes taking up her floor space. She glanced at the clock, seeing it was already 5 pm. Deciding she could finish unpacking this weekend, she turned off her music and took off her earphones. Aside from the rain in the window, it was silent — something she hated so god damn much. She stood, deciding to just face her mother and find something for dinner, knowing she'd have to face her sooner or later. She stepped over an empty box, shoving open the door and walking down the stairs to see her mother putting away dishes.