A/N: Sorry this is a little bit late. I admit that I had a really difficult time writing it because I don't remember much from being that age, so I had a hard time getting the effect I wanted here. Thankfully my soundboard/beta is a lifesaver and helped out immensely! There are just two things I wanted to point out about this chapter, the first being that this is just the story line and isn't too horribly exciting at least where the supernatural comes in to play. Or is it? Hmm. I'll let you decide on that one ;). Second, I didn't give her a last name and I did that for a reason. I'm sure you'll see as you read along. So anyway, enough of my blathering. I hope you enjoy!

My name is Presely. But most people call me Pres. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes with freckles on my face. I'm so excited today because it's my birthday and I'm six years old. I had to go to school this morning, so my parents dropped me off and promised to pick me up as soon as school lets out. I was so happy when I got up this morning. But now I'm scared and confused.

I got called to the principal's office right after morning recess. Some police officers were there waiting to take me to the police station. I'm only six, what did I do wrong? I always try to be good like mommy and daddy tell me. Nobody will tell me why I'm here and I wish they would stop staring at me. I want to go home. I want my mom and dad. Everyone is talking around me. Why won't someone talk to me?

Suddenly, a man in a wrinkled suit comes out of an office and starts walking towards me. He looks scary. "Hello." He says. "I understand your name is Presely." I told him yes, and then I asked him, "What did I do? Are you going to put me in jail? I try to be a good girl. Where are my mom and dad? I want to go home!" I can't help but scream and cry now.

"Calm down Presely," he says. "You're not in trouble. But I need to talk to you about your parents." I'm really scared now. "Where are my mom and dad? I want to talk to them." He says, "I know you do but let me talk to you, ok?" All I could do was nod my head yes. He starts talking again, "My name is Inspector Harris. We had to go to your house this morning because your neighbors heard screaming from inside your house." My heart starts beating really hard and I feel sick to my stomach. "Are my mom and dad okay?" I ask. The inspector looks at me and says, "No, Presely. Somebody hurt them really bad and that's why you are here."

"NO! You're lying! Nobody would hurt them! Everybody likes my parents." "Ok," he says. "But maybe one of your neighbors suddenly got mad about something. Do you remember of your dad ever fighting with someone, or if your mom might have had a disagreement with someone?" "No." I said. "We always go to church and they would help people out if they need it." Inspector Harris smiles at me and says, "That's good to know. So let's talk about this morning. Your parents took you to school, right?" I nod my head yes. "Did you notice anybody that you don't know hanging around your house or when you got to school?" I tell him no. I'm starting to get really upset again. "Why do you keep asking me these questions? I want to go home! I want my mom and dad, where are they?"

"I'm sorry Presely. I know this must be hard for you. I have to tell you something that you won't want to hear." He looks down at the floor and he doesn't say anything for a while. My heart is pounding, my head hurts and I'm starting to get really mad now. I start to scream, "What do you have to tell me?" He slowly looks up at me and sadly says, "Someone broke into your house this morning and hurt your parents. And then whoever it was set fire to your house. I'm so sorry Presely, but your parents were killed." I feel so sick. This can't be happening. We were going to have birthday cake when I got home today. No, they can't be dead. All of these things are screaming in my head.

But it's not in my head, I hear someone screaming. Inspector Harris is trying to talk to me but I can't hear him. Somebody tell whoever is screaming, to stop it. Suddenly Inspector Harris takes me by the shoulders and I realize that I'm the one who's screaming. Now, everything goes dark. This has to be a bad dream. This isn't real. It's my birthday; mommy and daddy will wake me up and sing the happy birthday song.

I open my eyes and I'm still at the police station. I see Inspector Harris sitting beside me. I start to cry again. He tells me that he has more to talk about. I don't want to hear anything else. But he keeps talking; "Presely, I'm afraid that we don't know if you have any family that we can call for you. All we know is that your parents didn't have brothers or sisters or any other close relatives. And we found out that you are adopted." What? I'm so confused. "That means you aren't your parent's real daughter." I look at him and say, "Of course I'm real. They are my mom and dad." He says, "I'm sorry, that's not exactly what I meant to say. It's just that your parents had to go to court and have a judge tell them that you could be their daughter. Because when you were born, it was someone else who gave you away to them."

I think I understand but I'm still a little confused. Inspector Harris goes on to tell me that there is no one that I can stay with and that they have to take me to a "foster home". I'm not sure what that is, but I'm starting to understand that I don't have a family. I never really did I guess. The people I thought were my family is gone now. Inspector Harris is still talking to me but he sounds so far away. Everything is going dark again and I don't care. The darkness is where I want to be right now.