One life.

Once upon a time there was me. Just a lonely 17 year old who has strong opinions on life, has a father who doesn’t care and a family that is so caught up in themselves. Well thank god I’m not like them well at least I tell myself not to be but in no judgement I like my world being about myself. Most people would call me the typical bluff, a pretty long wavy brunette with big green eyes and red plum lips with a D sized cup and hips, the popular talented stuck up girl at high school with the beautiful life I've got everything, friends, pools, a car imagine everything you ever wanted when you were growing up between the ages of 5 which is a big house and a playground with lots of friends, then I turned 12 and I started liking boys and I knew some fine boys for 12. Then I turned 15 lost my virginity to a gorgeous boy who secretly though I was 18 but it was still a great night for me to remember and now nearly 18 dating a hot boy in school who I’m thinking about braking up with and I've got my best friends who are well interesting and well like my family stuck up, truth be told their only my friends because I get them into the best parties in town. That’s where the bluff comes in because I hate myself. It all started when I was 14. I was in my aunt’s car with my beautiful sister the only people in the world that at the time I loved more than I loved myself, the only things in the world I looked forward to seeing, but before I knew it we were laughing in the car and singing aloud to the radio when a massive truck beeped at us hit us straight on, in that moment of time I froze in the back sit looking ahead at the truck and my loved ones sitting in the front seats and the next time I opened my eyes was when I felt strong arms beat against the window I couldn't see or hear anything other than the shatter of the window and the shallow screams and my aunt and sisters blood splattered on my body and that’s when everything started up again I felt hot really hot and I saw flames and that’s when I realized what has gone on a car accident. The flame I saw was the car on fire and I was trapped, the window was broken and yet no body had gone in and gotten my aunt or my sister I remember at that moment screaming and screaming until my lungs gave up and I blacked out not remembering a thing of the things around me. Then I woke up. In a hospital room with no one there just flowers and a note next to me that said ‘sorry we can’t be there, I hope you get better. MWAH �" Mother and Father’. I stood up and started running and running until my heart started pounding in my chest but I didn't give up I ran all the way to the police station in nothing but a see through hospital dress but I had to know and they were the only ones that would tell me the full story about everything that had happened. Once I got there I didn't stop I ran past the counter and right into the detective Willcowns office. I sat down and looked at him in the eyes. “What happened I need to know everything, you need to tell me everything why was I in hospital why do I remember being in a car with my families blood on me” and that day I found out I was in hospital for 2 weeks, my parents hadn't visited my aunt and sister were dead and they were amazed I lived. The first time I had ever cried was then and I have never cried since. So now you know not everybody’s looks define who they are. In reality my best friend is cocaine and my boyfriend is vodka and my mum and dad are my bank.