itsnothaley
Amber's life wad going pretty well until death came to her front door. Amber was only ten at the time, and with her parents gone, she had to move into a children's home in LA. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Amber found a decent job at restaurant when she was 16. She started losing hope, that no one will ever want her, that she isn't good enough, and everything else the voices in her head made her believe. She started becoming emotionally unstable, and had to be moved out of the home. She had nowhere to go, but then her saviour came for her. (A BVB fanfic)