And it Hit Me

Chapter One

Chapter One

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"Jake!" I shout as I open the front door. "I'm going out! I'll be back in an hour or so!" I wait for a response, and Jake's plain, flat voice answers.

"Fine. Just be back by ten."

I shake my head. Jake hasn't been the same since my parents died two years ago. They were crossing the street and were hit by a drunk driver. They were killed on impact. I miss them, but I've worked my way around it. Jake, not so much. He used to be so happy, always smiling and always up doing something. But, when my parents died, a piece if him died with them. Now, he never goes outside, only to work.

I step outside and take a deep breath. A warm breeze tousles my light brown hair. It's April in New Jersey, and it's finally getting warm. I can finally go outside and not freeze my ass off.

I set my penny board down on the pavement. My board is literally the only piece of my parents that I have left. I got it for my seventeenth birthday two years ago. It's light green with white wheels and pink bolts. On the bottom, a note is written on the plastic in Sharpie: "Happy birthday, sweetie! Put this to good use. We love you! Love, mom and dad" That was three days before they died.

I begin riding down the block slowly, taking my time to admire the sun beginning to set over the tops of the trees. The sky burns with orange and red, and I know I only have a few minutes. I pick up my pace and race down the street, my hair flying behind me. I make a sharp right turn and come to a screeching halt. There it is.

The Rahway River. I've been going here almost every night since my parents died and watched the sun set over the glistening water. I walk along the bank until I find my rock. It's big and flat, and hangs about ten feet over the water facing the sun. I climb to the top and let my feet dangle over the edge. I look up as the sun shifts and the water reflects the vibrant yellow, red and orange. It's beautiful. I sigh and flip my board over and read my parent's short message over and over again.

Damn, I really miss them.

A tear absently slips out of my eye and splatters on my knee.

No. Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.

I bring my hand up to wipe my eyes and I can't help but glance at my wrist. There are scars there, faded, but still noticeable. When my parents died, I was so broken I cut myself. There are about ten clean lines on my wrist, and I've given up trying to hide them. I have no friends to question them. My grandmother is practically deaf and Jake doesn't even care about me. I stopped self harm over a year ago, but the scars remind me that eventually, I'll heal.

I sigh and slide down from my rock and make my way through the bushes again. I lay my board down and start toward home. It's starting to get dark, and houses are just black silhouettes now.

I pick up speed and race down the smooth sidewalks, the crisp night air stinging my face and making my hair fly wildly behind. I take a turn and cross the street, and I'm blinded by headlights. I scream as I hear the screeching of breaks as the lights come closer, but it's too late. The car collides with my body and my world plummets into darkness.

* A/N *

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