Brooklyn's P.O.V

Brooklyn Joy White.

That's my name. I just go by Brooklyn Joy though. I don't give my parents the satisfaction of using their last name. No way. No one talks about them, well honestly I have no one here to talk about them. They're just an untouched memory in the back of my head.

I'm 5'3 with blond hair just a little longer than my shoulders. Everyone says I have piercing blue eyes and the body of a dancer, but I only see an average 19 year old. People say I look like my mother, but I wouldn't know considering they handed me off to my cousin Sara when I was four. I haven't seen them in fifthteen years. Sara is sixteen years older than me, making her 35 years old. She on the other hand is 5'8 with long curly brown hair. She married a proper English man, and is expecting their first baby in six months. He asked her to move to England, and of course she accepted. Who wouldn't?

I live seven apartments down from them just to stay close to her. She's the only family I have.

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I'm sitting at my old wooden kitchen table placed in the middle of my small dining room, drinking my morning coffee when I hear a creak in the floor boards. I freeze. My face flushes as my heartbeat quickens by the second. This makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up on end. This unsettling feeling throws me back into my horrific memories.

*Flashback*

I turn my body over throwing my hand onto my bedside table to shut the annoying sound coming from my alarm clock off. I groan as I push myself up and out of comfort of my warm bed. I head for the washroom. I take a long muscle relaxing shower then throw on my work uniform. I head back into my tiny bedroom and put my hair into a messy bun. I put on the little make-up that I wear, grab my keys and head out the door.

It's early morning, the sun is just rising. The weather is nice here in Tilbury, Ontario. As I make my way to work through a path in the park beside our appartment complex I hear a stick break. I don't think much of it considering the wildlife that have homes here. But than again I hear a stick break. Sounding as if footsteps are being imprinted on the ground. As I turn to see whats happening a hand reaches for my throat. I don't see the face of my attacker, it's covered in a black mask. I cant breathe, my head is spinning and things around me are turning red. As I'm about to go into unconsciousness the man says "Don't worry love, this won't take long."

Then everything around me goes black.

*End of flashback*

The floor board makese a sound again causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

I'm numb, I'm scared.

Notes

This is my first fanfic, so tell me what you think!

M.J.