{PROLOGE}
The last thing I remember, is hearing the voices of my parents as they argue about something I didn't care to listen to. It was raining hard as we sped down the road, on our way to visit my uncle and cousin in Beacon Hills. The road was slippery and we were going fast. They weren't paying much attention as we were turning a curve. My father turned to sharply and we flew over the side. The next thing I remember is waking up in the Beacon Hills hospital with my over-protective cousin staring at me. Then I blacked out.
