It all started when I turned twelve. I don't know why or how I was chosen, but I was. Camping with my family was always so much fun. Until it wasn't.
Hiking was always fun for me. We were walking through the woods, like we did every year. I found a little cottage, and it was getting dark. We stayed there for the night. When I woke up, they were all dead. My parents, my sister Liz, and my brother Liam.
I couldn't comprehend it. Why them? Why not me? I was spared by whoever- or whatever- killed my family.
And I don't understand it.