He was just standing there. He wasn't moving.

Why? Why wouldn't he move? He wouldn't move! 

She had no choice to do what she did. He wouldn't move!

Damn you, move!

"No!" she screamed in horror, as she watched the truck speed around the corner. It's high beams shining directly at the man in the middle of the road. She had to do something. She couldn't let him die.

She loved him.

It all happened so fast, what happened next. One second, she was standing on the side of the road, the next, she was in the middle of the road, shoving him out of the way of the oncoming truck. 

Flames shot out all around her, igniting the night in an eerie orange glow. But she couldn't feel the burn. All she felt was fear. 

She watched as the truck swerved to avoid the flames, and began to flip. Once, twice, three times. Finally coming to a stop on the side of the road. Flames shot out from the broken windows. The smell of burning hair and rubber riddled her nose, making her choke. 

She fell to her knees, not even caring as the snow on the ground soaked her torn jeans. 

Oh god.. What have I done?

"Reagan! Wake up!" 

Reagan shot up in bed, clutching the sheets tightly around her sweating body. Her breathing was labored. She flinched when she felt her nails digging into her palms, leaving welts in her calloused skin. She slowly unclenched her fists, and rubbed the blood away with her thumbs. Reagan looked around the room, relaxing to see she was still in her tiny shared studio apartment. The sounds of the city drifting in through the slightly cracked window. Nirvana  was playing softly through the iPod plugged in next to her on the nightstand. 

Her older sister, Aurora, was leaning over the foot of the bed slightly, a worried look in her gray eyes. "What the hell was that?" she questioned. 

Reagan swallowed hard, her throat felt scratchy. Like she had licked sandpaper "I had a bad dream, that's all.." she mumbled, running a hand through her shoulder-length brown hair. She felt her hand was shaking, and she prayed Aurora wouldn't notice. 

"Again?" Aurora asked, slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed "That's the third time this week," 

Reagan sat up a little more, and pulled her knees to her chest. They were still covered by the blanket. "You don't think I know how many times I've had a bad dream this week?" she asked, slightly snappy. 

Aurora blinked, surprised by her sister's tone "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, deciding to drop it. Reagan shifted uncomfortably 

"It was about.. that night," Reagan whispered, her eyes clouding over. Aurora stiffened, she knew exactly what her sister was talking about. 

The night that changed everything. The night they had to pack up everything they had ever known, and leave town. Forever. The night the truth came out. 

The night that neither of them could ever forget.

"I thought you were going to say you were dreaming about Dad," Aurora whispered. Reagan stiffened, as she felt a chill up her spine. 

"No... Believe me.. If I had, I'd be in a lot worse condition than I am now," Reagan whispered, feeling herself shake. 

Aurora closed her eyes briefly, imagining the flames. The screams. The threats from the people they thought they could trust. Telling them that if they ever showed their faces again, they'd be killed. 

They could never forget that night.

"Well.. Try to get some sleep, I've gotta run," Aurora said, getting up and walking to their tiny kitchen and grabbing her winter coat off of the table. "I'm working the closing shift at Sam's tonight," 

Reagan watched her older sister slide on her boots, aching to beg her not to leave 

Aurora grabbed the keys off of the table, and slowly gave her sister a long look "Be safe," 

Reagan locked eyes with her sister's lighter ones "You know I will,"

Aurora nodded and slowly walked to the door, she hesitated before grabbing the handle, feeling guilty about leaving her sister like this "Lock the door behind me," was all she said before leaving.

Reagan felt herself deflate once she heard the door close behind her sister. Leaving a trail of lilacs behind her. Reagan quickly got out of bed and locked the door all three times. Checking them twice, just to make sure. She went over to the window and peaked out of the blinds, to see her sister, far down below on the sidewalk, walking towards the barrowed light red pick up truck she was taking to work. 

Once she saw Rory get into the truck, and drive down the crowded City street, she quickly walked over to her bed. She knelt down and reached under her bed frame to pull out a pack of cigarettes. Reagan slowly slide one out and sighed. 

Rory would kill her if she knew her little sister smoked. 

But she didn't care. She was 18, she could make her own decisions. No matter how much Rory didn't believe it. 

Reagan slid the half-empty pack back under her bed and walked to the bathroom. She sat up on the sink, and opened the tiny window in the bathroom. 

Reagan slowly brought the cigarette up, her eyes focusing on the end of it. She felt a headache coming on, as she focused. 

Reagan watched as the end of the cigarette began to ignite before her. The end turning into a smoldering flame. Smoke floated up and out of the opened window. 

Reagan brought the cancer stick to her mouth and took a long drag, relaxing as she exhaled the smoke into the night air.

She slowly turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. Her mismatched eyes were glowing especially bright tonight. One dark brown, almost black, and the other was a light blue. 

Reagan then looked back at the cigarette she had just lit herself, and smirked, thinking about how bizarre things truly were. 

Rory slowly pulled into her usual parking spot in the back of the diner, and turned the truck off. She slowly leaned back in her seat in the truck and sighed. She watched out of the windshield as the snow began to fall harder. Making everything look so much darker than it really was. It was only the end of November. But snow seemed to follow her no matter where she went. 

It was her idea to move to the City. To a place where two girls from a no-where town could stay completely unnoticed. It was perfect. 

Rory slid the keys into her purse and got out of the truck, her boots crunching on the snow in the parking lot. The diner's lights were a warm glow in the cold night. She pushed open the front door, and breathed in the scent of the head chef's pancakes. 

"Hey Rory," one of her waitressing friends said to her as she walked in. 

"Hey Ashley," Rory smiled back, as she went into the back room to set her coat down. She pulled her short blonde hair into a ponytail and pulled an apron on. She walked out just in time to see Sam walk back in from the back exit. He must have just taken the trash out. He was shaking the snow out of his dark brown hair when she walked over

"Hey Boss," she said, Sam looked down at her and smiled his award winning smile. 

"Hi Rory," he mocked her. She rolled her eyes and tossed him the keys to the truck she had just taken to work 

"Thank you for letting me barrow your truck," she whispered gently. Sam slowly walked closer to her, giving her a look

"You know you don't have to thank me, Rory," he whispered. 

Rory smiled grateful at him. Sam was young, only about 24. His Father had passed down the Diner to him after he passed away a few years ago. His Father had ironically named the Diner "Sam's" 

Sam was the only person who Rory had ever felt comfortable enough around to ask for help with things. He knew she had been walking to work for a while, and decided to offer her his truck when ever she needed it. She had hesitated at first, but gave in eventually. Knowing it was going to be a bitch to walk 3 miles in negative degree weather. 

Sam wasn't just her boss, he was her closest friend. The only person in her life that she had ever trusted, except her sister. 

And with a life like her own, she needed people to trust.

It was nearly closing time, and Rory was sitting at the counter counting her tips when she heard the group of rowdy guys walk into the Diner.

"Damn! This place is dead!" one of them boomed, his voice rattling the empty serving glasses lined up on the other side of the counter. Rory stiffened and turned around on her stool, her short legs dangling in the air. 

She could smell the alcohol coming off of them from across the Diner, and they all gave her a feeling of unease as they entered the Diner. One of them looked over, and spotted her

"What are ya waiting for?" he slurred "Aren't you gonna seat us?" 

Rory clenched her jaw and slowly hopped off of the stool "I'm a waitress, not a hostess. But sure, follow me," she grumbled, leading the group of guys to a booth in the back of the diner. She felt their eyes on her as they walked behind her, but she ignored it.

"Here you go," she said, motioning for them to sit down. They did, and the one with the big mouth looked up at her as she spoke 

"What can I get you to drink?" she asked, clicking her pen to write down their orders 

"Got any beer?" the guy asked, Rory looked down at him 

"Nope," she lied "Sorry," 

"But I'm looking at a beer menu right here," one of them said, holding up the cardboard menu for her to see. She narrowed her eyes at them 

"I'll just get you all some waters," she said, and turned to go, when one of the guys grabbed her arm roughly, turning her around so hard the pen she had been holding fell out of her hand and skidded under the table.

Rory stood there, too scared too move as he glared up at her "I think you're gonna get us all some beers, you don't wanna stop a few guys from having a good time, do you?" he snapped at her, dropping his voice low. 

Rory was too shocked to move, her body felt like it was turning to ice. The coldness spread through her veins, until she was sure her breath was coming out of her mouth in puffs of frozen smoke.

"Let. Me. Go." she warned, feeling the ice in her veins. 

The guy snickered, and tightened his grip on her  arm, she was sure he was going to leave bruises on her pale skin. 

"And if I don't?" he hissed. 

"What the hell is going on here?" Sam barked, as he walked over. The guy quickly let go of her arm and folded his arms across his chest. 

"Nothing, just that your waitress here refuses to give us our order," he snapped, eyeing Rory harshly. Rory clenched her fists at her sides, and glared at the men. Her skin prickling with ice. 

Keep talking. And this waitress will show you what she really can do

"I think you all need to leave, right now," Sam said, looking at the light bruises forming on Rory's arm. 

"Whatever, this place is bullshit," the guy sneered, and nodded at his buddies "Lets go guys, this place sucks," 

Sam gently pulled Rory behind him as they all got up to leave. Rory felt a chill up her spine as the guy with the big mouth eyed her as they left. Slamming the front door behind them.

Sam turned towards her quickly "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" 

Aurora smiled faintly at him "I'm okay, nothing a little ice can't heal,"