1 How it began

I've always loved the spring, the flowers began to bloom and the air smells sweet. My name is Eleanor, this year has been rough. Junior year in high school is no joke. Mom and dad are gone, every night I think about the accident. About the crash about how the car went off the bridge, like a leaf falling from a tree. Then I think about how I was the only one to make it out alive. But the truth is it wasn't me, it was him the man who saved me. The man who I haven't seen since that day two years ago. His pale delicate skin and his bright green eyes. His pitch black hair and strong body. I wondering how he saved me. Did he jump of the bridge? Was he already somewhere underneath the bridge, and why?