Your name is Bethany Wilson, age 19. You had long, chestnut-brown hair, hazel-blue eyes, and an excellent figure to match. You had an outgoing attitude, and was always friendly toward others. You lived on a small ranch near Dallas, Texas with your mother.
Unfortunately, things had been pretty rough for you lately. After your father had walked out on you, your mother had turned to drinking in order to drown her sorrows. Plus, you were facing foreclosure on the farmland. You were hoping for some way to turn your life around somehow.
You were walking through the woods near the farm late one evening. You wished for some way to disappear and escape from your current life. Suddenly,