Everyone has a demon or two with in them. Something that either happened to them recently or something that happened to them when they were just an innocent child. No matter what it always comes back to haunt them. For me I grew up in a safe home, I grew up knowing what it was like to have a father and mother and a sister that loved me every second they had. I knew what it was like to grow up with a happy child hood. But when I witnessed my best friend get killed by a man that did not love her it changed something in me. I was only thirteen years old when it happened. My best friend Emily, was fifteen and she was always dating some guy that would treat her nice for awhile then all hell broke loose and she would walk around with scarfs and turtlenecks around her throat to hide the bruises. She would always wear long sleeve shirts to hide the marks that he would give her. Finally one night when it was just her and I. We were enjoying a nice movie and cuddling up to one another. She was like a second big sister to me and she loved me like one as well. As we were watching a movie I heard something. I looked at her and she just gave me a smile and suddenly I heard glass smash. She then grabbed my hand and we ran up to her room. She tried to lock the door and yet I heard the banging of footsteps coming up the stairs. I tried not to cry but the tears just came as fear flooded my body.

"Shhhh, just hide in my closet, for whatever reason do not open this door and do not make a noise" she said quietly.

She then gave me her favourite teddy bear and she hid me in the closet. I closed my eyes when I heard the door break open and I tried not to scream. I then heard her yell and scream at her boyfriend who was drunk. He then began to hit her and I jumped every time I heard his skin smack hers making an awful noise. I heard her screams and cries as she protested with him trying to reason with him. I closed my eyes and yet something made me look out the crack in her door and I saw him choking her. She was trying to hit him and suddenly he kept on punching her right in the face. I tried not to scream when I heard her last scream ever. I could hear the bones breaking in her body and then I heard him toss her body against the door and walk out. I just sat their staring at the door. I could see the blood slowly make its way into the closet and I just sat their as her blood soaked into my clothing. I held onto her teddy bear smelling her perfume she always used and I just kept staring at the door. I heard her mother scream when she walked into the room and she grabbed her and was holding onto her baby. They saw the closet light was on and her father opened the door. What they saw was me holding onto the teddy bear as close to my face as possible and when they saw the blank look on my face they knew I saw the whole thing. He grabbed me and I just kept on staring. I did not show emotion I did not do nothing. When he tried to grab the teddy bear from me I screamed and started to kick and cry. They felt the wetness of my pants and the stickiness of the blood. I was taken to the hospital and when I heard my parents running trying to find me they were told to calm down. A nurse tried to grab the teddy bear from me and I just screamed and cried and tried to run away. I tried to get away from the bad guy. I tried to survive just like she would have wanted me to. It took several nurses and a doctor to hold me down to sedate me and my parents were told what happened to me. It was several weeks before a police officer had me talking and all I said was one word. One name and Emily's parents knew who it was. I said her boyfriends name and they hugged me and her mother said thank you to me. I was quiet from then on, I grew up alone and I never talked to anyone. I still kept the teddy bear as a reminder of all the bad guys that were out there. I needed to protect others from those bad guys. I needed to find them and lock them up so they could not harm others. That was when I became a crime scene investigator. I could find them and arrest them locking them up for good without any of them hurting others. I needed to get justice, the victims needed help and that was where I came along.

I was getting ready for my first day and when I looked in the mirror I saw Emily's teddy bear. I saw the very dried up blood stain and how it discoloured the fabric but I did not care.

"Wish me luck Em, love you" I said to the teddy bear.

I then walked out of my apartment and I drove to my new work place. I was hired to become a new crime scene investigator for the city of New York. I was to be on the secondary crew of the unit and yet my boss wanted to make sure I was ready and I knew what I was doing. I was actually going to go on a case with my boss, Detective Mac Taylor. I heard numerous stories about him yet I just looked the other way.

When I walked into the building I saw the lab coats and the lab techs. And I walked right past all of them and into my boss's office. He just looked at me with a blank look and suddenly I knew I was being judged. I knew everyone was looking to see who the rookie was and all Mac Taylor said was have a seat. I just sat their for what seemed like an eternity and I felt the sweat soaking my hands. Nervousness rushed into my body as I looked on and I saw my name across a tan coloured file and he was reading my profile. I knew he would look up the Emily Carter case and I knew he would see I was the only witness at age thirteen. He just looked at me from time to time and he finally put my file down and he picked up the Emily Carter case. He quickly put it away and finally he got a phone call.

"We have a case"

he said to me sternly. I just looked into his eyes and suddenly we were in a car heading to the next murder victim of New York city.