1991
Shanon and Kelly Gibbs were in protective custody with NIS. They were in a car on their way to the safe house, Kelly had a new video camera and was video tapping their exciting adventure. The driver was suddenly shot in the head and the car went off the road and flipped a couple of times and landed on its side. The driver was dead, Shanon was passed out in the front seat, and eight year old Kelly was wide awake, terrified in the back seat. She tried to get her seat belt off, but couldn't. She put her hand on her forehead, then winced and pulled her hand away and saw blood. She pulled her seatbelt so hard that it finally came off. She tried her hardest to climb up to the window, which was up in the air, but she couldn't. She closed her eyes and cried, hopeing for some miricle. Then she heard, what she thought was the greatest sound in the world, a voice.
"Give me your hand!"a voice said reaching into the car from side, which was on top. It was a small hand, about Kelly's size. The hand belonged to a girl, about Kelly's age. Kelly stared at the coaragous girl.
"Come on! Grab it!" The girl shouted. Kelly did as commanded and the girl, with all her mite, pulled her out to safty. The girl tried to get Shanon out, but the car went up in flames and it was too late. he girl walked back to Kelly. What Kelly didn't know was that her camera was tied to her belt loop and was still recording.
"Thank you,"cried Kelly,"Thank you so much."
"Anytime,"the girl replied,"Im sorry about-" her voice trailled off.
"You tried, at least."
"Whats your name?"
Kelly then remembered not to give out her name because of the madman that was after her. She explained to the girl why she couldn't. The girl vowed that she would keep this girl safe from this moment on.
"Whats your name?" Kelly asked her.
"Abby."