Chapter 1 (Carter)

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Life can be dark. My life has been past that darkness. It all started when I was 5 years old. My father was always getting drunk but one night he hit me. Not just a tap but the kind where you can see true hate when you looked in his eyes. He threw me on the ground and kicked me till I was spitting up blood. Then he made me watch him abuse my mother, he raped her and hit her and even stabbed her in the leg. He then called 911 and told them we were like that when he got home from being with a friend. This went on until my 14th birthday. My father did the usual beatings and we made the same excuses, but on my birthday that year he didn't frown at us and he didn't raise his hand to us. Instead he hugged me and kissed my mother like back before. He didn't drink that day and he was smiling the whole day. Later that night though he seemed to get this look in his eye, it wasn't anger and it wasn't hate it was sadness. He sat us down in the living room and said, "I love you girls and I can never forgive myself for all these years. I wasn't in control of myself and I certainly haven't been the perfect father. I want you to know that I'm sorry for these years to come." He got up and kissed our heads then went up to bed. We followed shortly after. I was awoken early in the morning but a crashing sound from the living room. I got up and went to look. My mom was on the ground holding her stomach, blood seeping from between her fingers. My father was standing over her with a knife.

"DAD!" I ran to my mom putting pressure on her wound. I looked up at my dad to see him raising his fist. I was hit and knocked out. When I came to, I was tied up in a chair and so was my mom. My dad walked in with the knife and pointed it at me, "I hate you and I hate your mother! I will also hate the one inside your mother." I was confused, mom looked at me crying and in pain.

"I'm pregnant." My eyes widened. Dad walked behind her, "Not anymore." He slit her throat and I froze. I couldn't do anything but watch as she bled out. My dad went to the door and looked at me.

"Tell the police that I wasn't here and say it was somebody in a black mask. If you do I'll let you live...For a little while longer at least." Dad left and didn't come back until the day after mom's funeral. I locked myself in my room and didn't come out for 2 days, so dad took it into his own hands and broke down my door screaming at me and throwing things.

~Time Skip~

That's as far as I remember. I don't remember how old I am now and I don't remember my name, What do I look like? Where am I? How did I get here? All these questions are swirling around my head. Now I'm lying here in the forest on the cold wet leaves, my face being chilled by the crisp fall breeze. I sit up and cross my legs. Something pokes out of my pocket and I pull it out. It's an article from a newspaper. It's been cut out. The picture is of a girl. I begin reading it out loud.

"18 Year Old Girl Still Missing!...18 year old Carter Moon Knight is still missing soon to be the 4th year in 2 days now. Father, Jakob Knight, is devastated having lost his wife then his daughter a week after the death of his wife, Holiday Knight. If you see this girl call 911 immediately!" I stare at the girl in the picture. She seems familiar but I can't place it just yet. I fold up the slip of paper and shove it back in my pocket. Standing up I brush the leaves and dirt from my black jeans and black shirt. I start walking. After maybe an hour the wind picks up and i pull my red jacket closer to me.

"AHHHHH!!" I jump and whirl around tripping on a tree root in the process. I stand up and look around.

"HELLO!" I call.

"AHHHHH!" I run towards the screaming.

"Come on! HANG ON!" I burst through the trees to a clearing. Right there is a girl tied to a couple trees naked.

"CARTER! HELP ME!" I furrow my brow at her but run across the clearing to her as fast as possible. I untie her, take her hand, and run. The girl and I come across an old shed in the forest and run inside. I lock the door and turn around, "Carter?" I look at the girl.

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