CHAPTER 1

It was strange, going back to the place that it had all started. Yet, if i acknowledged the longing in the pit of my stomach, i knew that it was right. How could i not think it was right? I knew deep down, and spreadout all around through my body, that i belonged here. I had never gotten used to Pittsburgh, and before i had moved to Maine, i had never even belonged in Vancouver, where i had been born, and raised till i was 17. How had i gotten through 17 years of never fitting in, always being different and deranged in more ways than one? My father, Jim of course. My mother had died in a car crash when i was 9. I remember her, but barely. I dont remember her enough to still hear her voice, like my father. He was crushed, as if his whole world had come crashing down on him. It was like a part of him had died, and till today, he still is half of a person. I can barely remember how many times i had told him to get back in the game, and meet new people; cause honestly, he was still very handsome. He didn't seem to be 35 years old, yet he was. With a full head of brown curls, and peircing blue eyes. Those seem to be the only things that i had inherited from him, the peircing blue eyes and brown hair, everything else came from my mother, Rose. From her i got my perfectly straight nose, so perfect, it seemed like it was fake — atleast thats what I was told, — and her lips, which were also perfect. Its not like I had a reason to complain about how my mom looked, or how much i looked like her, but what i did hate, was how i had inherited her incapability to tan. I was so pale, that it looked like I had no blood in my body. It made me look fragile, as if the slightest touch would break me. My father referred to me as his porcelain doll. Never had i seen an advantage to my skin, until now; now i realized that no one could blush a deeper red that I. Not that i had ever had a real reason to blush before, other than the occasional remarks I got from the boys that i had known since i was 2. I had never tried to even reply to the remarks, since i had seen them all go through their most awkward stages in life. Nope, other than that I had no reason to blush... until I met him.



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