Driving meant leaving and once you’re in that car, you’re gone.  Unluckily for me that wasn’t the case at all. The farther I headed down the road trying to put my life back together the more I found myself covered by the past. A small town like Albemarle, NC is filled with rumors and stories, but to my surprise not once did the town suspect anything. We were just the average American family with our fake smiles and low key attitudes, which we only displayed out in public. It’s like placing yourself in the middle of a Masquerade, everyone around you is unaware of your true identity, because of the mask hiding your face. You’re there to enjoy the party, which was the same in my situation as well. I had plenty of friends, but telling them the silly drama that affected my life seemed unimportant. I can’t remember being honest about my feeling with anyone to the truest extent. I was the perfect phantom, only letting the people around me see and hear what I wanted them to know. Instantly, I snap back into reality and slam onto my car breaks. The tires below slide to a loud and roaring stop as I barely notice the traffic light turning red above me. The rain has finally made its entrance into our atmosphere, which makes for a perfect night as I’m aware that I’m leaving my hometown forever. My fingers start to quiver on the steering wheel and I become antsy as I stare at the “Welcome to Stanly County” sign in front of my eyes. I know in my heart I’m not ready to let go of my past just yet, almost instantly causing me to turn around. I travel back up the now slick black highway hearing my mother’s voice “you’re so talented, Cameron” and my sister calling out “I really do love you no matter what”. We use to be a team, a team of five people that couldn’t be broken into, but things seem to always change for the worst in life. I slowly enter back into my drive way and release myself from my small little white eclipse. I know that my time here isn’t completely over, not until I’ve traveled into the past and can completely understand the story. As I walk into the dead empty house and I see almost as if ghost my family unpacking their belonging. The smiles on our faces as we enter our in beautiful new home, the laughter of me and my sister playing outside for the first time, and for a moment no unhappiness could enter our world. Then in the blink of an eye, the beginning of my story and the beginning of the end of my family starts to replay like a movie inside my head. As I finally travel back six year ago to 1505 Mountain Creek.