California is so much more beautiful than the dull, small town I lived in. Washington was nice and all, but when you live in the same town for eighteen years, things just become boring and tiring to look at. My parents were rather surprised when I was beyond thrilled when they told me that we were moving to California because of mom was being transferred to Beacon Hills Hospital. Due to a recent death of their last surgeon, my mother was needed and she agreed to go.

        Dad figured it would just be easier to hook up a trailer to the back of our car and drive to Beacon Hills, California. That's why we have been in the car for over a day in a half. We stopped once during the night to crash at a cheap hotel, but we got right back on the road in the early morning. Every once in a while, I complain to dad that my legs are falling asleep and that if we don't stop for me to walk around a little, I was going to jump out of the car going down a highway. 

        "I'm hungry." I complain from the backseat, just as my stomach growls throughout the car. 

        Mom chuckles from the passenger seat. "So I can hear."

        Dad peers back at me from the rearview mirror. "We're almost to Beacon Hills. Think you can wait five minutes?"

        "Five minutes until our new house where I can order a pizza or five minutes until the actually town, where we can stop at a restaurant?"  I lean forward to get a specific answer. My stomach growls for the second time, a little bit quieter.

        "House." Dad slows down for a yellow light. 

        I pick my phone up from my lap, clicking on the browser app. "There better be a good pizza place nearby that likes to deliver. I need food."

        "First time in our new house and you are going to order pizza right away." Dad laughs as we come to a complete stop. 

        I stare out of the window. Trees are lined up on the side of the road, much like they were back in Washington. I look back down to my phone to search for nearby pizza restaurants in town. "Did you expect anything less of me. Pizza is life."

        "You better marry the great great great grandson of the creator of pizza then." Dad presses on the gas once the light turns green. "Then, you'll get to have unlimited pizza."

        I click save the first number of a restaurant. "That'd be the life."

        Mom shakes her head. "I don't know how you can eat so much pizza."

        I drop my phone back in my lap after shutting the screen off. "Mom, I'm a teenager. I chill in my room all day on the computer and when I get hungry, I order a pizza." 

        "What are you going to do when you move out? Eat pizza for all three meals of the day." Mom twists her body to see me a little better. 

        I shift in my seat, wishing I could stretch my legs already. "Probably."

        Dad stops at a stop sign, glancing at the map in the middle of the console. "Oh, um."

        "Are you lost?" Mom sighs.

        "Mm. No." Dad snaps his head in either direction.

        I tilt my head back, groaning. "You're lost. I thought you said you knew where you were going."

        "I did until I turned down the wrong street." Dad laughs to himself, scratching his head. "Sorry, guys."

        "Dad." I rest my head against the cool window. "Next road trip, either mom or I are driving."

        "Hey, this was just one time-" Dad gets cut off by a truck ramming into his side of the car. 

        The impact of a four door truck going well over fifty miles an hour slamming right into the driver's side of our car is all it takes for it to flip multiples times. None of us had time to scream or prep ourselves to be rolled. Doors flew off of the hinges. Everything was moving too fast for me to even comprehend what was exactly going on, except for the fact that this was not going to end well. My body is being thrown around even with my seatbelt holding me down. 

        We flip more times then I can count. All I can hear is loud noises of grinding, popping, exploding, and sliding, as our car stops flips over and slides across the asphalt. We weren't lucky enough to land upright. I'm being held up upside down, my seatbelt keeping me connected to the seat. 

        My eyes are heavy, pain spread all throughout my body. Everything hurts. My body is angled weird from being thrown around so much. Every inch of me hurt, yet to a certain degree, I feel numb. 

        "M-M-Mom?" I croak.

        I get no reply. 

        "D-D-Dad?"

        Nothing. Neither one of the answer me. I grimace, as I crank my head to the side, trying to see how they managed. Mom's head is at a weird angle, an angle that makes my eyes prickle with tears. My eyes dart to my father's slumped shape. A large piece of glass looks is piercing out of his chest. I start to panic. No, no, no. They can't- No! 

        "Are you guys okay?" A male voice comes from outside of the car. 

        "H- Help." I try to yell out. 

        My arms are too weak to hold my head up from laying on the glass covered ground. Sneakers pounding on the ground outside of the torn up door on my side. A younger guy, around my age, bends his head down through the open hole of where the glass window was. I blink slowly, feeling my body feel heavy. 

        "Don't worry. Help is coming!" The guys says to me. "Are you hurt- or seriously hurt?"

        "I-I don't know.." I whisper. 

        "Okay, I'm going to pull you out, alright." His hands grab on the bent door. 

        "N-N-No." I shake my head, immediately groaning at the pain in my neck and head. "M- My parents."

        "Hey, hey, don't move." He grabs the door, easily yanking it off of the hinges. 

        My head hurts too much for me to even wonder how he was strong enough to pull the door off with his bare hands. The guy falls down to his knees, examining how I am stuck in the car. 

        "I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" The guy wraps one arm around my back while the other one tears my seatbelt off of my body.

        I fall down towards the ground, but the guy easily catches me in his strong arms and pulls me out of the car. The smell of gas is in the air as he drags me a good distance from the car. From here, I can see the terrible shape the car is in. Dad loved his car. Mom's door is bent backwards. Glass is covering every inch of the ground. The truck that drove into us is in pretty bad shape. The entire front of it is smashed. 

        The guy sinks to the ground, cradling me in his arms. My head rolls a little until he positions it against his chest. My eyes widen at the sight of my body. My clothes are torn and ripped, blood seeping out of cuts all over, my left leg is bent at an abnormal direction. The pain in my head increases and I grab at it with a shaking hand. 

        "Shh. Shh. It's okay." The guy brushes my hair out of my face. "You're going to be okay."

        Tears slide down my face from the pain of my parents and the pain in my head that is gradually increasing. Something sharps pierces the skin of my fingertips as they were brushing over my head. I pull my hand back. Red blood is matted all over my hand. The guy grabs my hand in his. 

        "Are m-my parents-"

        "I'm sorry." The guy whispers. 

        My body wracks with sobs that send pain through my body. I suck in a breath through my teeth. "And, I'm not too far behind." 

        The guy holds me closer to his chest, careful to not hurt me anymore. "No, no. You're going to live. I'm not going to let you die."

        I squeeze my eyes shut. The pain in my head feels like there's bombs going off in it every few seconds. I'm going to die. I just know it. There's no way I could survive a crash like that. "I-I don't r-really think you g-get a c-choice. I- I don't want t-t-to d-"

        "The ambulance will get here in time." The guy sounds like he is on the verge of tears. 

         I frown at my right hand. I can't move it. My fingers won't even move. Sobs explode out of my chest. The guy picks up my left hand. I squeeze his, feeling a little happy that I have feeling in that arm. My eyelids feel heavy. Suddenly, I have a very hard time staying awake and breathing seems like too much work. 

        Forming sentences feels like it takes all of the energy in my body. "- name?"

        "S-Scott." The guy stutters over his silent tears. 

        I reach up with my bloody hand and touch his face. He makes no look of discomfort of my blood on his face. "Thank...y-you..."

        "For what?"

        "Making m-my d-d-d-death not t-too b-bad." My hands fall down, too heavy for me to hold up.

        "Hey, hey!" Scott cradles my face in his hand. "Stay awake, okay? Stay with me-"

        "D-Dakota..." I breathe, gasping for air. My chest feels as if it weighs a hundred pounds. 

        "Stay with me, Dakota. You're going to be okay." 

        I let my head roll to this side, eyes fluttering shut. 

        "No!" Scott yells, yet his voice sounds so far way. "Dakota! Wake up! Stay with me! Dakota! I'm going to save you, okay? I'm going to save you." 

        Scott's voice drifts away. My body becomes completely numb once I give into the dark abyss that has been begging to take me in. 

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OH MY GOSH. THIS STORY! I literally came up with it this morning. I'm in love. It's just perfect. Prepare to have your mind blown with what I have to come. Has this ever been done before? Has anyone basically killed of their main character in the very first chapter? 

Meet Dakota Beckett everyone. 

The cover I has now is just a temp. I'm getting a much better one on Sunday, but I couldn't wait to post this. I want to know what everyone thinks of it. So, please just deal with my incredible sucky one. I literally took two minutes on it. 

Not sure when I will start this. Maybe when I finish Give Me Strength, which doesn't have much to go. That story is close to the end. 

What do you think so far? Pretty original, right?

Question: What did you think of this whole thing?

So, yeah!