I haven't written anything new in a long time. This story might be the darkest story that I have ever written.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything unless I say I own it. The only thing I own is this story.
Chapter 1
The bedroom was painted a peachy-tan color. There were also posters of Dr. Who and a Major League baseball team taped/hanging on the walls. There were only a few items to identify that the bedroom was a girl's bedroom, was by the bed covers and the teddy bears.
Clothing was strewn about the floor and the bed as if someone was in a rush to pack up. Composition notebooks were piled up on the floor and the bookshelf. Titles of unfinished stories and thoughts were written on the covers of most of them.
Music was playing through a small iHome that was plugged into an iPod. Music could be heard through out the bedroom. Someone had forgotten to turn their music off before they had left. It had been left on its charger.
The person whose this bedroom belonged to was missing, kidnapped or had ran away from home. It was looked more towards running away.
The room looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a few days because dust was just starting to cover the surfaces of the furniture.
The parents had no idea that their eldest daughter had ran away. The girl's sister and brother didn't have a clue where she would have gone.
With no word of their daughter's where abouts, the parents decided to call the police who would later call in the FBI.
What you are about to read are the words of a troubled teenage girl and with the help of a boy band turned her life around.