The Beginning
Hi, my name is Grace, you can call me Gracie. My current last name is Evans. I have been in the adoption agency for about 8 years that was until I ran away and joined the military. I joined illegally of course because I was only sixteen. I just turned twenty and am now working at NCIS. I also am about to get married to a marine named John Cooper. Here at NCIS I find out who I really am but I guess I am skipping ahead let me start when life was perfect. I had a family. Let's see I just turned eight.
My mother was pregnant with her third child. She told us it was going to be a boy. My twin sister Kelly and I were so excited. Our dad was excited too but he was a little sad because he was going to be deployed before the baby was born. We all had decided that the baby was going to be named Jackson after our grandpa who lived in Stillwater, Virginia. We would get to call him Jacky for short. The day came when dad had to be deployed. We knew he had to go because he was a marine but we were still really sad.
A couple months later we were coming home from the hospital with our brand new brother. This is when things started to go wrong. All of a sudden the driver of the taxi we were in was shot. The car started to swerve and then it started to roll. When it finally came to a stop everything hurt. I laid their waiting for help while I watched my family die. I heard their cries of pain. I will never forget that day.
I woke up in a hospital. I had no idea who I was. The doctor came in and told me I was in a accident. Then some Witness Protection Agents came in and told me that I had to go with them. They told me that it was best if I didn't ask any questions concerning my real life and should leave it behind. I had to stay in the hospital for one more night before I could be released so i laid there trying to remember. I eventually fell asleep.
I suddenly jerked awake. I was covered in swet. My dream wasn't a dream it was more like a nightmare. There was blood everywhere and screaming. I saw all the everyone by me dying. There was a girl next to me who said something to me. She said,"Gracey." I assumed that was my name. I then sat there watching her and a little newborn baby die right next me before I passed out from blood loss.
It was horrible the people in the nightmare all died. They all looked so familier except for the driver, maybe I knew them. Were they my family? Am I the only survivor? Did I just witness my whole family die? I started to cry hysterically. The nurse came in shortly after and injected me with something to calm me down. I fell asleep shortly after.
The Witness Protection Agency put me into a safe adoption agency. Where I went from family to family for about five years. Some of the families were really nice like my last one. They were great they put up with my nightmares and actually loved me as their own. Then one night they were murdered right in front of me. They were literally skinned alive. The people who did it made me sit their and watch and even did some unspeakable things to me that I do not want to remember but I know I will never forget what they did. Now my current family wasn't so nice they also did some unspeakable things to me and treated me like I was their own rag doll. I have the bruises, broken bones, and scars to prove it. I hated them and they hated me. I tried to run away many times but the adoption agency would always find me and send me back. They didn't care and they wouldn't listen to me. They would always send me back. My foster parents would just punish me worse for running away. I almost died many times but sometimes I wish they would just kill me. I don't think I could take the torture anymore.