If I Die Young..(Book 1)
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"Tears rolled down my cheeks, causing me to jerk the car a little. The rain made the night even harder to drive in, especially with tears blurring my vision every little bit. With my free hand, I rubbed my eyes from any wet substance, helping my vision more. I locked my gaze on the road, where I saw the figure for the first time. Someone, probably stupider then me, was standing in the middle of the street, like they were in their own dreamworld. But as I got closer, the figure didn't move, making me panic. I stomped on my brake pedal, but I was still going, my speed picking up. I would be passing over the Wickery Bridge, where the figure was, really soon. I frantically looked for the emergency brake, but couldn't find it. My hands started shaking, as I drew closer to it. It wasn't until I was exactly two feet away from the person, jerking hard to the left, remembering the familiar face. Rebekah. But I was too late... My car flew off the bridge, and Into the water below, where I drowned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Images of my brother flashed into my head. How my mom and I found him here in Mystic Falls, how happy we were. We had all gotten so close, finally, after years of separation. Then, how I had fallen in love with Damon, and the time we spent together. It wasn't until my brother got hurt, that he told me what he was, and that it was him who almost killed my brother.... How I stormed out the hospital into the pouring rain.. How I drove in the car, and seen Rebekah. Then how I landed here.. Dead. "Huh..ee..hahhh." I woke up gasping for air, on top of the hood of a car. Damon's eyes popped open with relief and confusion as he saw me...alive..? No. I remember dieing! How am I alive?! Then it hit me...I was in transition of becoming a vampire."
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