My Beautiful Nightmare

When someone you love dies, sometimes it's hard to stay strong. Sometimes all you really want to do is curl up into a little ball and cry until you feel better. Well, that was never really an option for me. After both of my parents died it became my job to watch after my little sister. There's no time for crying and feeling sorry for yourself when someone else is depending on you. Years pass without much difficulty, until one night when everything decides to go terribly wrong. Getting kidnapped and becoming a part of some psycho's sadistic plan was never something I put on my bucket list.. Yet here I am. I would like to say that some knight in shining armor came to my rescue shortly after my capture, but then I wouldn't have a very interesting story to tell you, would I?