My name is Brooklyn; this is my story; all my life I have lost the ones closes to me I have been growing up living in fear that I'll be alone in the world; like when my sister was murdered; my best friend, her boyfriend and the true love of my life; died in a car accident; but he didn't leave me alone; before my love left me forever; he left me a gift; a gift i can only open; or should i say; have; in nine months; and as this baby grows up; it will know it's aunt and uncle; all the people whom would have loved it if they were here; and who it's father was; yes I might only be sixteen; but I'm not alone; and who knows; I just might meet a new Prince Charming. (Highly suggested Tragic Life... is read before this story)

My name is Brooklyn, this is my story. From birth I have lost the ones I truly love, every time I get over them, an other drops out of my life forever. Maybe I'm just over reacting? Maybe I'm cursed to forever be alone?