[Just so everyone that reads this book knows, I have made the decision to just leave this book to rest. I won't edit it ever probably and no future sequels are even on the horizon. Therefore, the book will feel incomplete at the end as the sequel wo...
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The rain hammered against the window which Imogen rested her head on. The vibrations from the speed the car was moving as well as the rockiness of the road, had her head bouncing off the glass before smashing back into it many times. But, her head was numb from both the repetitive head-bashing on the glass, and the coolness of its surface.
She found a certain comfort from being numb. It made her feel as though nothing could harm her because she was unable to feel any pain. But, Imogen had learnt at an early stage in her childhood, that the feeling of being numb wasn't permanent.
Her parents - Evelyn and Thomas - both sat in the front of the car, and would occasionally glance back at their daughter, worried that any second she could just disappear. Of course she wouldn't, but they knew that Imogen wasn't happy with life and the new move and had threatened to jump out of the moving car many times. That's why they had placed the child-lock on both of the back doors.
Imogen had been silent for the full journey - plane and so far the whole car ride - but decided to grace her parents with a question she has asked many a times, "Loving parents of mine, why are you bothering with this move?"
Evelyn's eyes flickered to the rear-view mirror so that she could see her daughter without turning around. They had already come so far, no need to die in a car-crash. "We are moving for you, honey." Her voice was endearing, but Imogen ignored the tone in her mother's voice. Imogen's lip turned up into almost invisible snarl as best it could. She couldn't get out the full snarl due to the cannula which was inserted into her nostrils and runs less than an inch above the upper lip.
"Couldn't you have just let me die in peace within the walls of my childhood home instead of moving half-way across the country to die in the cold?" Imogen wouldn't admit it to her parents, but the actual move didn't bother her too much. She was happy to die in the cold - it was favored over the humidity that they left in the dust. What she despised was that her parents were most likely doing what they always did - track down the most prestigious doctor they can find to try and save her. But, the doctors had always come to them in the past.
Evelyn glanced at her husband before continuing to stare down the highway which led the way into Forks, the neighboring town to the La Push reservation. Her glance told many things to Thomas, the main one being that he must answer their stubborn daughter's question. "A doctor named Carlisle Cullen lives in Forks. He may be able to prolong your life."
Imogen huffed, blowing out hot breath onto the cold window, causing it to fog over and block her sight of the road. She lifted a finger and began to draw in the condensation, while also voicing her thoughts to her parents. "That's what you want, not me. I'm ready to die and the both of you need to start accepting that." Both opened their mouths to reply, but Imogen continued after sucking in a breath, "Instead of trying to stop my impending doom, why don't you just spend time with me and not obsess over finding a doctor to help a lost cause."
