The girl before she woke.

Intro-When I was seventeen my whole world came crashing down around me.I wasn't Rachel Douglas anymore but a mere imitation of what she use to be.What I use to be. A miracle they called me , a once in a million.The word special was even used once but to me I was none of those things. To me I was a dead girl pretending to be alive.I didn't belong anywhere anymore, I felt completely lost. I was a ghost with a heart beat. CHAPTER 1-New old beginnings. It's been two years since we left, two whole years and now we're back again. In the town I was called home, or so I've been told.My eyes wonder aimlessly over the scenery and it's people as my father drives us to what would be our new home.Children are laughing and playing in a beautiful green park while women sit amicably chatting with one another, occasionally trowing a glance in their children's direction checking if everything was still fine. It doesn't seem like a town who has one of the world's most dangerous outlaw motorcycle clubs Rachel noted amused but yet again that must be why everything seems so peaceful. It wasn't long before dad pulled up the drive way of our new home. A big two storage house with a wrap around porch and a glass door greeted us. It's.... nice I guess a little bit flashy for taste but nevertheless nice.We all got out of the car simultaneously , mom went directly to the house taking in every inch while dad and Charlie my older brother started to unload the car. Charlie had taken the week off at college to help us get settled into our new house.  Grabbing  a box with the word Kitchen written on it in black marker I watch how his slightly muscular arms bolts  with the weight of it in his arms.I was still watching his every move when he accidentally brushed his shoulder against mine on his way to the house. Instantly his blue eyes shot to my honey ones and I could I could clearly see the worry and caution it held. I sighed turning my back at him walking towards the garden. I know it's my fault he reacted the way he did but it's been almost eight months since the forbidden kiss and his constant shying away is starting to annoy me. Playing absentmindedly with my ring on my silver necklace I let my mind wonder back to that night.It  had been four months since the accident were i lost my memories and almost my life.And the concept of giving up and just to let go grew stronger and stronger with each passing day.Nothing fit, not the girl they kept describing that I am nor the life i had lead and the pressure of everyone's expectations was weighing me down.Then Charlie came home we started to spent every second together and suddenly life didn't feel so lonely anymore.We were watching a football match together mom and dad went away for the weekend the first time since the accident.I knew I had feelings for him, he made me laugh, listened to my fears and dreams and always comforted me when the worst days took their toll. It was hard knowing his my brother but having no emotional attachment to the word at all.He looked at me with years of memories in his eyes, I was his baby sister and he loved me. But when I looked st him all I saw was the guy who saved me from a very dark time in my life and for the first time in a long time made me feel like everything was going to be ok. So I acted on my desires for him that night it was stupid and reckless and not at all planned.The cowboys just scored and we went nuts in celebration. He picked me up and spun me around but when he tried putting me back down he lost his balanced and stumbled. We fell back down on the sofa. I was half on his lap, half off and when i lifted my head I was met with his beautiful blue eyes our faces inches away from each other.That's when I decided to go for it, leaning in i cupped his face and pressed my lips against his. I could have sworn for a split second his lips moved with mine but all too quick he pulled away and the look of disgust and shock on his face broke my heart. He didn't say anything just got up and stormed out leaving me ashamed and humiliated alone on the sofa.The next few weeks I waited for my parents to call me and talk about what I had done but they never did and I knew Charlie must have kept it to himself and I for one was grateful. Making my way over to the trunk of the car I grab the box labeled photo's and head for the house. Five hours later of unloading and unpacking we finally sat down at the dinner table eating pizza. It was the usual awkward silence that I have grown accustom too.We didn't have anything to say to each other and I liked the fact that no one tried to fill the air with mind numbing small talk. I glanced at my family first my eyes rested on my mother; she was a beautiful woman with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes and if that wasn't enough to turn heads she also had legs for days. Turning my attention to my father i can't help wondering how on earth he had manage to get my mother? Seriously. Don't get me wrong his decent looking but not at all on the level of my mother.He is average size in weight and length has short black hair and golden brown eyes. His facial features are sharp and strong but other then his strong jawline and pretty eyes  he was well... average. Careful not to get caught I glance at Charlie who of course chose the seat furthest away from mine. Charlie was handsome he has dirty blond hair ( supposedly from my grandfather on my fathers side) and has moms blue eyes.He was build muscular but not in a overbearingly so. I understand why I fell for him he's good looking and has a sweet heart but having him keep his distance has helped me realize that it wasn't that kind of love I felt for him. But was merely an innocent crush. When everyone finished eating I grabbed their plates and started with the dishes. I was met with a murmur of thank you's then watch as they all went their own way.. It took me exactly three minutes before I put the last dish away, and started descending up the stairs to my room. I walked the narrow hall all the way to the last bedroom , this was mine. Switching on the light I let my eyes wonder over the messy scene. Empty boxes and bubble wrap lied scatter all around the floor. Thank goodness I had the mind to make my bed when we first arrived because right now I was overwhelmed with tiredness. I slumped my aching body onto the black and white tie dye covers and drifted off to sleep.