The car spins. Screech. Crash. Explosion..

I’ve always thought that I could have happiness…but god had to take that one thing away from me.. I always thought things could change for the better, but now I see myself in the hospital, crying by a long haired woman’s bed. I always thought that my life could be different with a new dad.. but this one was worse than I had thought. I don’t ever want to see his face again. He’s gone, and so is my mom. After a month of torture in the hospital, I look at my healed bruises. I got them from my stepdad’s hitting when he got drunk, which happened too often…My mom got them, too, but she’s dead, and I don’t want to see them. I don’t want to remember the torture at home. I’d rather die.

Now, I’m here, getting adopted by a rat faced woman and messy haired man. I’m renamed as Synthia Mitch. Weird name they made. I hate it. Life now.. well.. not the same as before. It was different than my life back in my hometown. I now live in California. But not different in the good way, I meant different as in getting threatened by your brother, blackmailed by the youngest, and maid to your sister. This was definitely worse than before. Well, at least my new parents were fine. They were nice.

On my first day, I was doing great, and my grades were excellent. The teachers loved me. But my sister didn’t. She kept hitting me, stealing my money and locking me into bathrooms with her so called ‘popular friends’, and of course I didnt take it. On one fine day, I saw her walking up to me at the cafeteria, probably for the money of course, but turns out, she was just after my blood. She clenched her fists and went hard for my stomach, but I dodged in time to run for the bathroom, hoping she’d stop, but she didn’t. She ran after me without her friends and chased me down the hallway.

When I got into the bathroom, I ran into one of the cubicles. Cold sweat trickling down my spine, I locked the door with trembling hands, hoping it would keep her away. When she arrived, she pushed the bathroom door so hard, it felt like the whole school was gonna collapse, and it didn’t stop there.

‘What do you want from me?’ I said it with all my might. I was breathing heavily, I couldn’t stop myself from breathing and my heart beating quickly like a Lamborghini in a rush on the road.

‘Oh, nothing really,’ she said, ‘I’m just here to tell you that, you can’t always get what you want. God really didn’t have any plans for you, that’s why you ended up in foster care until my stupid parents adopted you. Did you really think that I was gonna stop any second?’

‘Just go away, you don’t know anything about me!’

‘Oh, I know.’ She chuckled, ‘About your parents divorce. About your stepdad and mom. About the drinking he did and the bruises you got. About you. And most importantly, about the car crash.’ My world almost ended when I heard that. I was planning on forgetting everything ones I was in this family, but now everything had came back to me again…

It had been past 12 in the morning, about 1. We just got back from a restaurant my mom booked for the family. My dad, stepdad, was driving and he sneaked alcohol in the car without us knowing, again. But when my mom found out he was drinking that night, it already had been too late. The car had crashed into another car. My parents and everyone in the other car died, and I was the only survivor left.

A drop of tear rushed down my cheeks, which soon became a gush of tears that came rushing out of my eyes. I rubbed my eyes over and over again, but it didn’t help, and so I tried to forget the tremors and pain and just remember the song my mom had sang to me when I was younger. I hummed the tune, but it didn’t really help, just stopped me from crying too much, but my hands were still shaking from the thought of my mom. She used to hum a song to put me to sleep, and whenever I heard it, it soothe my ears and I’d always fall asleep immediately, even if I said I wouldn’t. Her singing was the only thing that gave me hope. Now I’m just trapped here, trying to calm myself down with no way to go.

I walked out the cubicle just to realise that my stepsister had left earlier ago. I looked into the mirror to see a puffy red eyed girl standing right infront of me. She looked awful. I washed and soaked my face in cold tap water that refreshed the soul. When I looked up again, the awful sight of the puffy eyed girl was gone. Instead, I saw a new girl, facing me with the most beautiful smile I ever saw in a lifetime.

It was time for this old version of me to be gone for good.