The Way We Are The Way We Were Prolouge

Of all the things I've done in my life, I never thought that running away from a serial killer would become one of them.

I mean, I'd coached little league for my five year old cousin as a young teen who needed the cash, played the Cello throughout high school until my senior year, worked in my grandfathers antique shop for a few months for some extra cash, not even caring that he paid me more than anyone else that worked in the adorable vintage shop, just because I was his favorite grand-daughter, went to college in Phoenix with my two best friends, lost my virginity on the floor of an abandoned home in the country when I was seventeen...

I'd lived a normal life I guess.

I'd done all the normal things a normal person does to live up to the title of, well...

Normal.

But one thing that wasn't normal, was the current fact that I was driving around the United States in my best friend's blue Jeep, trying to escape my best friend's brother who was currently obsessed with the fact of killing me and my other best friend, simply becuase we discovered the deadly secret he was trying to so hard to hide.

Normal huh?

I'm the goddamned definition of normal…