A/N: This is the real first chapter...for people who are not familiar with my story, I recommend you try reading previous parts (Sixkiller- Tale of The Silver Dime. Sixkiller- SXK flips Time and Sixkiller- Justice from a Psycho) You don't have to if you don't want to, but you'll get more background information and get to know my characters... for anyone who forgot what happened -since my story is so long- the fourth part explains stuff...

Sixkiller: The Breakdown

Part IV

Chapter One: What Became of The Girl

The young girl leaned her head against the window, she felt…drained.

The two people who were put in charge of her tried to get her talking, but to no avail –the girl clearly wanted to be left alone.

Sometimes she would rock, as if hypnotized, staring straight forward, her seductive looks soften by childish acts, she was neither child nor adult, she was something in between. She felt insecure, afraid, and there was this loud alarm in her brain; the alarm told her that her guard should go up, that she should be careful…

But it didn't stop her crying.

Her lips would move, for hours repeating a few words. It had taken the two people in charge of her a long time to figure it out, but in the end the concluded that she was either saying 'all for nothing' or she was saying 'it's not fair'.

They tried to get her to talk about it, but the girl –ever since she was brought here- uttered no sounds, she would cry silently, stare stonily or her lips would move soundlessly.

She just would not communicate or attempt to communicate with anyone, she looked at no human being, she looked at nothing but walls.

And if she ever caught her reflection…well, the two people put in charge of her learned that hysterics would overcome the girl if she ever looked at herself, so no mirrors were allowed.

They tried to socialize her by putting her with other humans that had similar problems, if they ever talked to her she'd crouch in a corner and claw her face bloody, this angered the two people in charge of her, her caretakers were only softened by her looks, and if that were to go…

Sometimes, they would see the girl looking out of the heavily meshed windows, she would smile at some distant memory, her fingers would brush the glass and she'd utter a few silent words accompanied by her silent tears then she would turn away.

The most shocking of all discoveries was that the girl…she, she was different, she was not like your average girl, well, sure, she seemed to suffer emotionally or must have been abused or had been traumatized in the past…but in her own way, without looking or talking to you, she'd touch your heart and soul, her acts seemed to beckon responses and there was something supernatural about her.

One day, when her caretakers were trying to calm her down, after throwing another of her fits, she stopped suddenly, looked at the sky and uttered the first words with her voice. This was the first time her caretakers heard her voice.

It was not sweet or soft. It was husky and low.

"They'll come." She had whispered, "They will come and take me away like they did to my father."