Love is something I have always craved, the longing for it didn't quite make it's appearance until the day I found out my parents and baby sister were gone forever. I wasn't with them when it happened, . I mean my life is close to pointless without them, being banished here alone. I guess I should be thankful for getting to keep my life. But is a life really worth living without the joys of love? I didn't find out about their death until I had returned from my vacation to Portugal with my friend Jess. No one had bothered to call, tell me what had happened. They claimed they didn't want to ruin my holiday, but I could sense they were lying. My memory of that time, is so clear in my head. Every time i remember it, it's like I'm reliving it again...