Ok, i totally made this up, its not true, and i have some other stories (1 NCIS and 1 Blue Heelers) that i also need to work on, but this 1 was annoying me, so i had to put it up.

ummmm...oh yeah, i dont own law and order svu blah blah blah

When you're a kid, sitting beside the fireplace listening to your parents read you a story you believe fairytales are real, that there's a prince to save the beautiful princess from the tower guarded by a dragon, and that evil always loses. It's only when you lose what's most important to you that you understand that fairytales are just stories to keep young children form being scared of the monster hiding under their bed. I believed in fairytales once, but it was a long time ago…

"Daddy, will the prince save Cinderella from the evil stepmother?"

"I don't know honey, lets find out." He said as he turned the page, a five year old girl (me) snuggling into his side.

"Of course he does, it's a fairytale, they always end happily." An older boy (my 9 year old brother) said from the couch, sitting next to his mother.

"Are fairytales real?" I asked.

"NO!" he answered firmly.

"Bryan!" exclaimed both my parents at the same time.

"What? They're not, real life never ends happily ever after."

"It doesn't?" I asked sadly.

"No." he said before standing up and walking into his room, slamming the door.

"Don't listen to him baby, fairytales are whatever you believe them to be." My mom said.

"Keep reading daddy." I said snuggling back into him and listening to the rest of the story.

How can you not believe in fairytales, your parents say they're true, who didn't believe their parents when they were five?-no one, exactly. But what if they never get to tell you that fairytales aren't real, that they are just stories, for children who don't know any different…

"Dad, do we have to go?"

"Yes Bry, we have to go." Dad answered.

"Please just enjoy our day out, you never come out with us anymore." Mom added.

"Mom, we're going on a picnic in the forest, how can I enjoy it, and we were goin to go to the river today."

"Bry please, just today, and you know we don't like you going to that river, it's dangerous…"

"…I know, it can be really shallow or really deep, and there's a current…I know."

"Sweetie we just worry about you…"

"Well don't!" he exclaims and puts his headphones back on. I just sit quietly in the back, they hate it when I interrupt one of their fights, he's only just a teenager (13), but he acts like such a jerk sometimes.

We used to have a fairytale family, dad, mom, older brother, me, golden retriever and a white picket fence, with family outings, holidays and picnics…if only we didn't go on a picnic that day…

We were driving home from a great family picnic; we played football, soccer, baseball, basketball, and lots of other games together before driving home. Dad was kinda tired because he had just got back from a business trip in LA, flying wasn't his thing, but he insisted on driving because mom had recently had surgery. It was getting late and we were driving along a nearly deserted highway on our way back to Queens when dad suddenly swerved into the wrong lane, mom screamed and he corrected it before anything happened. Mom was so angry and they were fighting, dad wasn't watching where he was going properly and gradually changed lanes again, without knowing it. As we went round a corner a truck suddenly appeared right in front of us. Screams…

That was the last thing I heard from my family, when I woke up in hospital a cop was waiting for my statement. I escaped with 3 broken ribs, a broken arm, a concussion and some cuts and bruises…all my family was dead…

"I'm so sorry Gracie, your mom and brother didn't make…"

"NO, please…what about dad?" I asked with tears streaming down my face.

"He's still in surgery"

"Is he gunna be ok?"

"The doctors are hopeful."

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" I screamed at him.

"Ok, ok, it doesn't look good…I'm sorry."

I cried for hours into his shirt, completely soaked it, but he didn't seem to mind that much. I had to testify that it was my parent's fault we crashed and they and my brother were dead. It turned out the truck driver was on drugs and had been driving recklessly that night, so it was his fault as well. I remember when I finished testifying a few of the jurors were crying. The prosecutor said I did well, but I didn't understand how that was good. He was charged with reckless driving and manslaughter and sentenced to 15-20.

The juror read out the guilty verdict and his sentence and everyone was happy, all the reporters were on my side and wanted my statement. I was really scared, luckily for me the prosecutor came and gave a quick statement then took me away from them.

That day I went to visit their graves for the first time since the funeral, it hurt too much. Going to their graves helped a lot, I didn't think it would, and I cried heaps, but it helped. Reality hadn't really sunk in until then, sitting in the graveyard surrounded by flowers, I realised my life was never going to be the same, they weren't coming back…

yeah so its short, but i kinda sets the scene a little, the 2nd chap will prob be setting the scene a lil more, then to the main drama...if u like it

so pls R&R

byes