A/N I have revised this slightly and added a few details I thought to be crucial that had been left out of the first part. I was hoping to have chapter three up as well today but I don't think that will happen with my, unfortunately, busy schedule. I hope you enjoy this and don't forget to review, I want to hear that constructive criticism. :)

The young girl sat huddled in the small closet. She was rocking back in forth having just witnessed her mother being murdered by a man looking for her father who had left earlier in an attempt to protect them. His attempt was in vain. Perhaps if he had been there he could have protected them but that was just another scenario that could never be realized. The girl had been in there for awhile, how long she didn't know. The sound of a door opening scared her and she curled up tighter into a ball and pulled herself closer to the wall. She had not moved from that spot for what felt like hours but, in reality, was no more than 10 minutes. The police arrived sometime during those 10 minutes answering a neighbor's call.

Outside of her hiding place one of the officers spoke, "Chief this is horrible. Who could have done this?"

"I don't know, but whoever it was was one sick man. Let's scour the grounds for any clues and, if we're lucky, anyone still alive."

"Yes Chief, right away!" the officer said.

The girl still hid in the closet her eyes glued in a position of utter horror and fear. She clung tightly to the stuffed animal that her father gave her before he had disappeared earlier that week. In a matter of just one week she had gone from a happy family to a lone orphan in the blink of an eye. A single tear dripped down her cheek as the door opened revealing to her one of the officers.

"Chief it looks like the daughter's still alive." He called back to the other man behind him, "Come on kiddo let's get you out of this place."

"Higgins, you might want to cover her eyes. I don't think she needs to see what happened here. In the meantime I'll get a hold of child services to get her to a safe house."

"Are we sure there's no other family member she could go to?"

"Positive. I recognize her mother and know from a previous case that she hasn't any other family. As for her father it doesn't seem there's any record of his name in this house."

"Alright. While you do that I'll take her outside then call the forensics team." And with that the officer carrying the girl exited the house shielding her from the horrors that resided within it. He set her in the seat of the police cruiser and draped his coat around her shoulders. It was a strange act to her as she was not cold and indicated no sign of needing the jacket, but, she was glad he did it. She buried herself into the jacket and waited.

In the next 30 minutes the forensics team arrived shortly followed by the child services representative. As the officers and forensics personnel busied themselves with the murder case laid out before them the representative busied herself with the girl. The girl who was still curled up under the officer's jacket stuffed animal in hand a blank expression residing on her face.

The representative asked her many questions which she only responded with a curt nod or shake of the head. Soon she gave up and took the girl down to the office to find her a foster family until a more permanent arrangement could be made. The drive to the offices was quiet except for the representative's attempts to get her to talk. But the girl just sat and stared at the window watching the world around her change.

At the office the girl's identity was discovered to be Amaya Howlett, the daughter of Raina Howlett. Her father's identity remained a mystery. She was put in the house of the Clark's. They were a couple who had been in the foster agency for years and who were thought to be the best choice for young Amaya.

She was taken there and ended up being adopted by the Clark's who so desperately wanted to help her. They hired a psychologist to help her over the trauma of her mother's murder. The psychologist was able to get Amaya to talk to others again but she still didn't talk much and when she did she almost always stuttered always afraid of what was around her. The psychologist suggested that a change of scenery might be best, that her fear might still resonate within her because she was still in the town where her mother was murdered.

The Clarks agreed and after 10 years of having lived in their small town packed up and moved. Trying desperately to get their adopted daughter what she needed while still trying to keep their other children happy. Though the move took more out of Amaya than the anticipated. Her nerves and fears shot up as she thought of what would happen to her in a new town. She didn't know anybody, she didn't know of anywhere that she could go. But after all those years of psychiatric help she knew to keep these feelings to herself so as to let her adoptive parents think they were helping. She never really listened to anything the psychologist said and instead only went along to keep those around her in a state where they thought she was getting better.

Though morning she would start at her new school Amaya stared longingly out the window wishing that she didn't have to go through with this the world around her held so many secrets and harbored so many dangers. Adding on top of all her paranoia her hands hurt and she knew why, she was changing, changing in a way her foster parents and siblings wouldn't understand. And this frightened her. She didn't know what to do next. Her foster mother's voice rang up from downstairs telling her to go to school. She sighed heavily grabbing her bag and making her way downstairs. They had just moved to Bayville and she was very nervous about what she would experience next. But she kept up this charade hoping that everyone around her would at least have a happy life, even if she couldn't.