Kidnapped. (Luke Hemmings)

Prologue/Filler

I'm Karlie Settles. I'm 17 years old, living in Sydney, Australia. Growing up, I had a decent childhood. I had two loving and caring parents, who were happy with each other. I had an older brother who I was proud to say I was related to. I have a beautiful best friend by the name of Faith Evans, and our friendship dates back to pre-school. It all started when I wanted to go down the slide and she was being a slide hog, so K sort of pushed her off the slide. After being driven to the hospital to apologize to her, and being forced to visit her once a week, we started getting closer, and that led to the close friendship we have today. (A/N: lol based this on how me and my best friend met bc I pushed her off a slide and she had to go to the hospital and now we're best friends aww)

At the pinnacle of happiness, nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Well how about these apples? One night, a night that I remember clearly, when I was 15, I went up to my room after a heated argument with my parents about not letting me go to a stupid party. After sitting in my room for quite some time, I smelled smoke. Then I heard screams. I tried going to open my door but I was trapped. After basically breaking my door down, I ran downstairs and screamed at the sight before me. There laid the three people I loved most, each in a pool of their own blood, stab wounds all over their bodies. I screamed and cried next to their bodies. My neighbors noticed the fire and called the fire department, and sadly I was taken away from my deceased family. I regret all those things I said to my parents, at that point I just wanted them there with me, and I wanted my brother to come and give me a boogie and tell me everything was alright. But it wasn't. They were gone.

I was soon taken into custody by Faith's family; they welcomed me with open arms. I am forever grateful for Faith and her family, because lord knows where The hell I'd be if I weren't with them.

This was two years ago. I'm still not over it. But then again, who could get over the murder of their family?

But I'm managing.