Blackout • NH

Chapter 1

WARNING: This story contains violence, sexual content, blood, fighting, strong language, and may be triggering in some events that occur throughout the story. If you are not comfortable with any of this, please do not read this story.

Moving into my Los Angeles apartment may have been the hardest thing to do when I first moved out of my parent's house. Living on my own, going to college, paying my own bills and college expenses with no help whatsoever.

Being independent and on my own for the first time. But that day was nothing compared to the day my 15 year old sister, Jodie moved in with me.

It was a sad day for both of us. After the police called and gave us the tragic news, I was the next available guardian to look after my sister after both of our parents were killed in a tragic car accident.

Since I was the closest relative over the age of 18, I was able to take her under my wing.

They were on their way home from a business trip, my mom was the Vice President of a major magazine publishing company and my dad was in the military, he went with my mom on her trip.

On their way home, my mom's co-worker was the one driving them home.

They didn't see him texting on his phone. By the time he looked up, the last thing anyone in that car saw was an 18 wheeler semi-truck going straight towards them.

We were able to have the funeral for both of our parents later that week to finally put them to rest. It's been a year since the accident and I do everything I can to take care of my sister, Ellen.

Ellen is a smart girl, always caring for others and finding ways to help out around the house or at school. She's 15 and she has a big heart for a 15 year old, she's always there when you need her.

Though she does manage to get on my nerves quite often, but I love her to death.

She looks just like mom, she has her natural blonde hair and green eyes and pale skin. She's a bit taller than me, which she always likes to brag about but I let her do it anyway. Whatever makes her sleep at night.

I look more like dad, I have dark brown hair and brown eyes though I'm just a bit tanner than my sister.

I'm 21, and I'm more of the shy yet outgoing type, I'm shy but I'm also very assertive when I need to be. Especially living in Los Angeles. It's a nice city but it has it's pros and cons like every other city out there.

I take elite fighting classes my father signed me up for when I was 16 every Monday and Wednesday night.

They teach you how to fight just like the military teaches the soldiers how to fight. My dad wanted to make sure I could protect myself and my sister if I ever needed it. I thought he was crazy but I took the classes anyway. I actually enjoy it, so I never bothered to stop going after the accident.