Originally Posted by Jezabel Black

Lights smiled. "It's okay. You obviously don't like your parents, and you're obviously nothing like them. I don't like my dad - didn't like him." Lights looked down. "He ... until I was ten, there was almost no end to him hitting me. All the time, for the slightest thing. My mum tried to stop him, but ... She was strong, but not that strong. He left when I was ten, just before my brothers were born. Two years later he died in a car crash. I always remember him, though." Lights pulled back her left sleeve to expose a long scar running the inside of her arm, following the veins. "Just before he left ... it was like he couldn't help leaving a mark." Although she'd always have a bigger mark, but she didn't tell Ethan about that. It could wait. "My mum died when I was seventeen," mumbled Lights, still not looking at Ethan. "She was the best mum anyone could wish for ... but she died. She was into extreme sports, see, and she went to this one place often. Cliffs, overlooking the sea and really dangerous rocks. But that was what Mum liked about it - she loved the danger, the adrenaline rush. She was an experienced rock climber, it shouldn't have happened ... her rope snapped, and she fell. I saw the police photos of Mum lying over the rocks, her back broken ..." Lights swallowed, images flashing through her mind. She wiped away the tears, and then looked up at Ethan, her eyes flashing. "They found out it wasn't an accident, though. It was murder. Someone cut my mum's ropes, knowing she'd fall and die! And I just want to know who did it." Lights felt her momentary anger ebb away, and she slumped back on her chair, her head in her hands. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. I've never talked about it before, except with my older sister." Lights didn't know why, but telling Ethan made her feel better.