Chapter Three.

Sara stared down at the page she had just read from her diary as tears fell down her face. Grissom hadn't said anything yet. He wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know whether to offer words of comfort or to ask her how old she was when she wrote it or to ask the question burning in the back of his head.

Gil took and held Sara's hand tightly, to let her know that he was there for her.

Sara wondered why no one suffered like she did. Why didn't anyone else ever have to go through it? She could only live in this pain her parents had caused. None of it was Sara's fault, so why was she the one taking the blame? She had no will-power in what happened to her to cause her depression, yet she still was punished. Even worse, there was no one she could say sorry to, so they could take away the cruel punishment.

Still that wasn't the worst of it, no one saw what she went through. No one knew what she went through, she had tried to tell Grissom, but he didn't even know half of her story.

She never told Grissom what happened every Thursday night, after her Mom went to work. She never said anything about the duct tape, her room and her Father.

Sara never told Grissom why her Mom killed her Father, Gil had always left that alone.

"Griss, there's something I should have probably told you a long time ago, when I told you my Mom killed my Dad," Sara said with a sigh. She held back the tears for now.

"You can tell me now," Grissom said, trying to comfort Sara.

"It's not exactly the easiest thing to bring up," Sara replied with the smallest bit of sarcasm. She took a deep breath, then spoke quietly and softly, "my Father came into my room every Thursday night, after my Mom went to work and... he... he..." Sara trailed off.

Grissom's voice was concerned but serious, "Sara, what did he do?"

"R-r-raped me." Sara said as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Sara, I-"

"That's not everything." Sara said, cutting him off.

"W-what else?" Gil said, almost too afraid to ask.

"I never told you why my Mother killed my Father," Sara started then paused. "One Thursday night, my Mom forgot her cell phone, so she had to come back to the house to get it. She came into my room to say goodbye and saw my Father... on me... I heard my Mom yelling at him, and my Dad went to her bedroom to talk to her... all I remember after that is walking into my parent's room and seeing my Mom crying next to my Father's dead body."

Sara brought her knees to her chest and sobbed on them. Gil wasn't sure what to do, so he hugged her, wrapping Sara's knees and body in his embrace.

Sara was again wondering what she had done to deserve this, which made her more depressed. There was nothing that she could do to escape, except kill herself.

Was Sara Sidle's fate suicide?

Who knows? It would certainly explain why everything happened to her. Fate. Most people's fate is good, but not Sara's, not the way her life had turned out so far. Some people were just doomed to die young, or doomed to be killed young.

Thinking of everything that had happened in her life already, Sara wondered what the future would bring her miserable life.

Sara disproved the statement 'it can't get any worse' a long time ago.

"Sara..." Gil asked softly. Sara was pulled out of her thoughts by Grissom's voice. She realized that he was looking at her eyes and no longer hugging her.

"Yes?" Sara asked. She stared at Gil with tear-stained eyes, Gil was staring back at her, with a worried look on his face.

"What were you thinking about?" Grissom asked. Sara turned away from his face at the question.

Sara sighed deeply and answered, "fate."

Grissom put his hand on Sara's shoulder and stared into her eyes, "Fate? What about fate?" Gil asked softly.

"I was wondering what my fate would be," Sara answered quietly. "What do you think my fate will be?"

To answer Sara's question, Gil leaned in and kissed her soft lips.