A/N: Hello, it has been a long time since I have added anything up on here forgive me. I have this idea for a Power Ranger story but I do not know if I should put it up, I have a feeling it is not good. Though I have writers block for the story, but I really wanted to write something so this is what I came up with. I do not know if it is going to be in the story it just something.

So this is written in Alexandra's POV. Though the story is 3rd POV.

This diary belongs to Alexandra Rosa Bennett.

Today is first day I am living with my new family. I get feeling that I am very much loved though I do miss my Grand mama, I hope I see her soon.

These were the words that graced the first page of the diary, though there was no date at the top of the page. Something used to be there as there is a smudged mark in the top corner. I have no memory of writing that part, it must have been when I first came here. I flicked through the pages of the diary; skim reading pages. I started to read one page, it was the day my life changed.

Today was my fifteenth birthday. I think something has happened to me, something very wrong and I do not know what.

Today started off as most of my birthdays do; my father brought me breakfast in bed with all my favourites foods on. Along with all the cards that were sent by family that couldn't come. Once breakfast was over I then head downstairs and open present from family who couldn't make it. Which was mainly my aunt, uncle and my grand mama

Once all that is out of the way, then it straight into the ballroom where my party is held. I then greet all my friends and rest of my family. Then present opening starts all over again. There was someone there whom I did not know a man; that was rather friendly with both my mother and sister. My father wasn't happy he was there.

The next few things happened are a blur, I cannot quite remember what happened. There was dancing and having fun. That man, gave me a drink of cola; but it didn't taste as the cola I was drinking before. He gave me another drink once my glass was empty. Then suddenly felt dizzy and not really with it. I got myself a drink of water and headed to my room.

Then...I don't know I collapsed on my bed; I could see but it was all blurry. Someone followed my back to my room. I felt at the time another presence in the room, then there was a blurry shape of a man hovering over me.

I slammed the diary shut and throw it against the wall, it sprang open back onto the page that I was just reading. It hurts too much to read it. It has been four years since that day. Every day I blame myself for what happened; I should of stopped it. Someone should of stopped it from happening but no, no-one came to save me, not even my family came. I knew what happened to me after a few months when something felt wrong. My Aunt confirmed what I thought.

I remember over the months I withdrew into myself and hid from the world. I was ashamed of what happened, though it wasn't my fault. I guess at the time I did not know better, I thought that this was meant to happen.

A/N: I shall leave it there as I have no idea what to write next. I fear if I write more then it will turn into a story which I do not want it to as it means more writers block for me and I hate having that.

So please can you R&R and tell me what you think and tell me if I should add the story for which this goes with.