She was running around aimlessly, looking for something, like a reverse deja vu. It's hard to describe, but she knew she was forgetting something. All of a sudden a light turned on, and she looked down to her left arm to find that an IV was attached to her. "What is this?" She asked very weakly. There was a nurse beside her, and it clicked. The nurse looked at her, and had a painful look to her eye.

"You're up." She told her. "I'm the CN, Niva. I'll be taking care of you in this unit for the next couple months."

"Months?!" She exclaimed.

"You fell out of a window that was 4 stories high, I thought your father mentioned it to you." Click. It hit her, just like lighting. "I'm surprised you got up, I thought we would have to put you in a coma but I guess not. Do you need anything?" Pause.

"You can get me out of here." She told her. Niva took a look at her clipboard and sighed. "Not until Dr. Berkley sees you. Don't worry he's really nice."

Kill me now. She thought to herself. Niva went on and on about how weird it was for her to even be up, let alone be talking at all. The breath should have been knocked out of her for weeks, not only for a few days.

What had happened? Four days ago, let's say that it was a Monday, her mom came home from her job. It wasn't unusually for her mom to come home, but when she did it was probably the best thing that could ever happen to her. "Aida?" She heard that voice. Aida shot up from her bed knowing who was at the door. It was Andrea.

"Mom!" She exclaimed as she jumped and gave her the biggest hug. "What are you doing home so early? I thought you were gonna be gone for another couple days?!"

"I changed my mind. Let's go sweetie." Andrea told her.

"Why?" Aida asked.

"Please, darling don't ask any questions. Just grab what you can and let's go." Andrea told her.

"But what about Dad? He's still at work." Aida said.

"Don't worry about Dad." Andrea said. "Let's go." Andrea said. Aida didn't get it. She was only ten, and when do you ever expect a ten year old to get it? Actually, a bunch of times. You expect ten year olds to be doing chores like washing the dishes or folding the laundry all by themselves, but this; Aida did not get.

"Why not?" Aida asked after just watching Andrea pack frantically.

"Please darling I will explain later but right now you need to come with me." Andrea said. As a ten year old, you would expect her to just follow what her said and stop asking any questions. No. Not when you're a wanderer. Aida thinks about the most obscure things and Aida's mind just couldn't stop. Where is she taking me? What's going on? Why does she want to leave without Dad? Did he leaves us? Were we not good enough? All these questions running, as Andrea packed exactly one back for Aida, and fast walked right to the car as Aida sat in the front seat at a total blank.

"Sweetie, you won't believe when I tell you this." Andrea begins to tell her.

"Tell me what?" Aida asked.

"You're father was using us." Andre began to say. "Both of us. And we were fools to think anything could come from a fugitive."

"WHAT?" Aida exclaimed.

"You're father found something." She felt her mom step on the breaks and rev the car as she shifts gears. "A few years back, he found something… I can't tell you what it is because I'm still trying to learn myself."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Baby, I need you to really think okay? Think about the way your father has been treating you. No, think about the way he's been treating us. I know you're only ten, darling, but you need to really think about how he's treated both of us."

And she did. Aida thought, and what she thought seemed very close to the next even that had happened. Her father seemed so afraid of losing her and he cared for her so much, both her and her mom. But the more Aida thought, the more she saw her true father. How could a man like her father become one if all he did was use her? A ten year old doesn't see the bad in the world, and to be frank, a ten year old shouldn't have to. After all, they're just kids just trying to get life. How can you get life if it had been so cruel?

Aida's father would always be super protective of her, but Aida liked that because she felt as if someone actually cared about her. She didn't think much of it, but every morning, after the day she turned five, he would take Aida's blood. How strange was that? What kind of father punctures their daughter with a needle everyday?

"It's procedure in this town, to make an update to make sure you don't get sick. I do it to myself to send to the lab too." Her father would tell her. Seems so far fetched, right? To a kid, who grew up knowing nothing else… It seemed so normal. You get told something over and over and over again, you soon start to believe it.

He started getting more aggressive, and starting to ask for more. Aida didn't think much of it. "I just care about you so much that I don't want anything wrong with you. I'm just sending extra samples to the lab to make sure you're developing the way I feel is best for you."

"He said that to you?!" Andre asked. "What a liar."

"It's not true?" Aida asked.

"Baby, I don't know how your father knew, I swear I didn't tell him anything. But there's something special about us. I don't understand it either and to be frank, I'm not looking to investigate." She stopped at a red light. "But your father has been using us. He's been taking your blood and selling it on the black market."

"Huh? Why my blood?" Aida asked.

"I told you, we're special. I don't know why our blood but it's the rarest blood of all. I don't know much about it, but I do know that. Why do you think you only take about an hour to get over a cold or heal so quickly?"

"But why is Dad taking our blood such a bad thing? He's doing it because he loves us." Aida couldn't get it through her head.

"HE DOESN'T LOVE US!" Andrea screamed. She abruptly stopped the vehicle and there was a pause. Aida couldn't believe it. Why would her mom say such a thing? Andrea ran her fingers through her hair.

"I've been keeping secrets. He's been using the money to get supplies. Your father is a felon, and he's killed multiple people. I got into the relationship knowing that he was like this, and we had you." Andrea said. I had you… "And you were in my arms, so little. But your father has been using us. And I love you more than I love him to feed on his addiction to kill people."

Aida didn't know what to say. Does she thank her mother for telling her or does she hate her mother because she's lying? What if she's not? But Aida wanted to believe she was.

"You're lying!" Aida screamed as she took off her seatbelt and ran off. Where was she going. She didn't know. She just ran, right into an abandoned building climbing up the unsteady stairs as her mother tried to keep up with her. Unaware that someone much bigger than them was following them. The tears went down Aida's eyes and she stood in the room, with her mom and dad right across from each other. Andrea turned around and out of breath.

"You!" Andrea exclaimed. "You sick…"

"Hey, baby, before you finish that sentence I'm just looking to see what's right for my child." Her father, Johness.

"Your child?! You've never had her best interest!" Andrea exclaimed. "I'm taking her with me."

"I have full custody of that child you can't take her away from me. I'm her father!"

"I'm her mother! She came out of me! And I will die before she ever gets in the hands of you." As Andrea said that, Johness pulled out the gun, and pointed it right at Andrea.

"Over my dead body." Johness said. "Goodnight." And he shot her, right then and there, with no hesitation. Aida got nervous. She didn't know what to do.

I should have believed her. Aida thought. Never had she been more scared of Johness than she was now. Her feet were quivering, backward and backward she went; till she went out the window down a four story building.