Chapter One

Dear Internet,

"Today I am moving out of this little old house and into a small apartment about two hundred miles away for a new job. I finally got a place in a hospital that just out of state instead of across the country! I've got everything I need, plus a lot I don't, packed and in the bed of ol' Lover-for those of you who don't know, that's my truck. Yeah, he's big and run down and awesome. Mom tried to get me to trade him in for a little car, but he can hold more than any car could dream of.

"It's kind of sad to leave this place. I've lived here for about… twelve? Fifteen years? I don't know. It's been long enough for me to get through college and work at my medical degree. It's been a long time. But I have to leave. There are to many memories of mom here. Every time I push open the jammed door I can hear her fussing at me for not fixing it. Every time I turn a corner I can see her smiling, holding a cigarette in her mouth, or between her index and middle finger.

"Hell! If I close my eyes I can hear talking about things that happened after she died! It's… Hard. Hard to live without the one soul who has always been here. To know that I am alone. It sucks!" She flipped her hair back from her shoulder. It caught in the morning sun that shown through the kitchen window. Catching the color on fire. "But, I guess that's life."

Sighing, she picked up a coffee cup filled with hot cocoa and sipped it slowly.

"The worst thing is going to be the drive." She said to the open laptop in front of her. "I love being out on the open road. But only when someone else is driving. I have to drive all by myself. Two. Hundred. Miles." She stood up and poured the rest of the cocoa down the sink. "I guess I better be heading out. Lot of road to cover before Monday. Wish me luck." After rinsing out the cup, she wrapped it in paper towels and put it in an open box just on the counter. She then turned and face the laptop again.

"As always," She leaned back on the counter and smiled sweetly. She looked only about twenty-seven or eight. Her face had no makeup on it, and if not for the bags under her eyes, she would make a great model. "Rachelle Evers in Dear Inter-net."

Rachelle pushed off the counter and pressed the space bar on the laptop, stop-ping the recorder. She sighed and closed her eyes. Knowing she looked like hell didn't help how she felt. It had been about three months since her mother had died of cancer and she still hadn't gotten over it. Her mother had always been so strong. So… And yet Rachelle had watched her. Through all the Chemo and treatments and pain and heartaches. It had been hell while watching and was hell thinking about. And it didn't help that she hadn't talked to her father for about fifteen years. When Rachelle was about twelve, her mother left him in Australia, taking Rachelle to America for 'a better education'. Rachelle doubted that was why her mother left, but it was hard to get her mother to open up about why they left. She always told Christ that her father was a saint of sorts.

'Your father could do this,'- 'your father always helped others,' - 'he had a big heart,' - 'Loved everyone' - 'Your father never got in a fight he couldn't handle' - 'he saved a baby from drowning in the rainy season,' - 'blah blah blah.' It had gotten to where Christ wanted to be mad at him for not sending her anything - not even a birthday card!- when she was sending him a letter at least once every year. But her mother wouldn't let her.

It wasn't until she was cleaning up her mothers room that Christ found out why he hadn't replied. Her mother had kept every letter Rachelle had sent, leaving them unopened in a box under her bed with two opened birthday cards addressed to Rachelle and three addressed to her mother.

'You really amaze me mom,' Christ thought as she read though the birthday cards. 'but not always in a good way.'

Slamming the door of her Chevy truck, Rachelle slipped the key into place and turned it back towards herself before forcing it away to start it. The engine roared to life and then began to purr like a big cat.

"Well, Lover," she murmured to the dash as she swept away some dust. "Let's get going." She put the truck in drive and pulled out of the drive way of the little house. Looking back only once.

"Good bye, old life." She sighed, swallowing the pain in the back of her throat. "I'll see you later mom. Don't wait up." She forced a smile before turning on the radio, cranking up the classic rock station.