I opened my eyes and gosh it was painful. I woke up in a bright place and I couldn't see anything. My whole body is hurting but I can't say a word. There were wires on me and I couldn't feel it. There were people with strange cloths on. Aliens? One of the aliens spoke to me. "Can you hear me? I am your doctor." The aliens said. Oh, so there not aliens? I tried to say something but I couldn't. I closed my eyes. Where am I? Where are mommy and daddy? I opened my eyes. Something wasn't right. Why are they covered in red liquid? What is dripping on my head? Blood.  

I suddenly found my voice and did one thing. Scream. It's not my fault I'm scared of blood. It's red, sticky, and smelly. When the aliens calmed me down, I suddenly remembered my parents are dead. While the aliens were talking to each other or to me, I wasn't really listening; I mean I'm only 4 years old. I remembered how they died, and what had happened to me.

                          *                    FLASHBACK                       *

My mommy is super beautiful and smart. She has green eyes, short light brown hair, light tanned, and when she smiles you can't help but to smile back. Sometimes she sings me to sleep.

My daddy has black hair, crystal blue eyes, and light tanned skin. My daddy loves sports, and hopes that I'll play when I'm older. I'm good but not that good.

"Mommy?" I said as I entered her room.

"Yeah baby?"

"When is daddy gettin here?"

"Soon baby, daddy's at work. Now go to bed, baby."

"But I can't sleep."

My mommy got up from her bed and walked towards me. She picked me up and started tickling me. My mommy knows that if she or daddy tickles me I'll start to get sleepy. Soon I was dreaming of flowers, when I felt a gentle hand touched my head and woke up.

"Sorry for waking you up kiddo." My daddy said.

"Its' okay." I said sleepily.

"Goodnight, I love you kiddo."

 "Love you too, daddy."

"Goodnight mommy, love you"

"Goodnight baby, I love you too." She said behind daddy smiling. I smiled back. I told you no one can resist mommy's smile, no one.

Little did I know that was the last time I would see them. When I sleep I have dreams, if I don't have dreams something bad has or about to happen. Sadly I was right.

When I woke up I realized I didn't dream. I got out of bed and ran to my parents' room, but stopped when I heard a deep man's voice. That was not my daddy's voice.

"Grab anything valuable!" the deep man's voice.

What's happening!

"Okay!" another man's voice called back.

Then I heard footsteps coming my way. Quickly I opened my window, the footsteps were coming closer. I crawled out the window then shut it. I kneeled down so they wouldn't see me.

O'Lord please don't let the bad guys see me, please keep me safe! I prayed.

For what seemed like hours, I heard the front door slam and jumped at the noise. Then I heard the car speed away.

What a terrible screeching sound I heard. Oh no! Mommy and daddy!

I opened the window climbed back in and ran to my parents' room. I opened the door, and touched something wet. I turned on the light to see better and screamed when I realized I was touching blood. I looked around and saw my parents both on the floor, unmoving, covered in blood. I went up to them. My mommy and daddy moved, by this part I was already crying.

"Layla?" my daddy said.

"Yes?"

"I'll always be with you, in your heart."

 "Layla?" my mommy said.

"Yes?"

"We are so proud of you, don't forget that."

"We love you, Layla" my parents said at the same time.

Then my daddy and mommy died with them both holding each other's hand.  

 "No!" I said. "You can't die! Mommy? Daddy?" I sobbed.

"No. No. No. NO!" I screamed.

I kept crying and screaming. My parents are dead! They were murdered!

Then I couldn't take it anymore. I ran out the door and ran.

Where am I going? My parents are dead. Then it hit me. I don't care where I'm going.

I kept running. My hair was flying and I heard my night gown flapping behind me.

I feel sad, but when I'm running I feel so alive!

I ended up running to Home Depot.

How did I get here? I live a mile away from Home Depot.

I ran inside one of the shacks and started crying. Then I stopped and waited, I didn't know what I was waiting for, but waited.

I heard footsteps all of a sudden, so I hid behind shelf.

Tap, Tap, Tap.

The footsteps stopped, and started coming my way. The person started rummaging threw stuff on the top shelf.

 "Whoops!" the person shouted as they accidentally pushed off a box full of hammers... right on me! I screamed.

I tried to get out of the way before it hit me. It crushed my whole body except my head. I didn't know why the person was screaming, I'm the one hurt here, not her. I felt so much pain.

God if you're real, please take my pain away!

Then I fell into a coma...

So god is real! God took my pain away, because all I felt was pain and when I prayed I fell into a coma and the pain had stopped!

One of the aliens walked up to me.

"Can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Where are your parents?"

I started crying.

"There dead."

*** ****** 12 YEARS LATER************

I woke with a start. I looked around and took in what was around me; black walls and carpet and plain white furniture. I got up and walked to my bathroom. I shut the door and took a fast shower.

I got out and went to my white closet. I picked out white skinny jeans and a black shirt, it didn't have any design it was just plain. I walked down stairs and I saw my adopted mum making pancakes and I sat down at the table.

'Oh good morning Layla,' my mum said smiling. I smiled a little as my "good morning". I have spoken much since my adoptive parents have taken me in. They have been the longest couple so to keep me for so long.

My mum says I'll eventually open up to her and I just need some time. I guess twelve years hasn't been long enough for me to get over my parents murder. My mum and father don't know about my past and I'm glad they don't interrogate me like everyone else.

They've been very nice to me, they've homeschooled me but I want to try to open up to them but before I open up to them I have to open up to others. Not necessarily tell them my past but I need to try, at least for this family.

'Mum?' I said in a tentative voice. She whirled around to me a little bit shocked.

'Yes?' she asked me.

'I want to go to public school' I said and I saw a flash of sadness in her eyes.

'I want to make friends and learn how to talk to people because I really want to open up to you so please don't be sad.' I said looking down. She walked to me and lifted my head.

'I'm happy you want to open up to me and of course you can go to public school' she said actually looking excited. I smiled back; fake of course, I don't think I know how to smile any more. I know I should get over it but I can't.

'You'll start tomorrow,' she said getting on her phone. I walked to my room and looked in the mirror. I've changed so much.

My light tanned skin has now become pale but in a pretty way, my hair isn't at my chin any more it's just past my waist, the only thing that has stayed the same is my eyes. My eyes change color depending on the light and is the only thing I can recognize from the girl I once was. My eyes had sorrow, grief, hate, and showed I had been through a lot.

I will change, I will get over my parents death. I turned to my window.

I hope.

*               Dream            *                                                     

"Whoa, where am I? It's so dark." I said out loud trying to see something.

Two shadows suddenly appeared.

"Hey kiddo," A familiar voice said. My eyes grew wide.

"Papa?" I asked squinting my eyes trying to see better.

"Hey there baby." A sweet voice said.

"Mama?"  I asked looking around. Where am I?

"Yes, Layla." The voices I said in unison and suddenly I could see everything.

"Mama! Papa!" I yelled with tears running down my face. I ran up to them and gave them a big hug.

"Mama, papa I missed you so much!" I said trying to hold the tears.

"We missed you too" papa said smiling.

"We have to tell you something important baby." My mom said urgently.

"What?" I asked getting worried. They started fading and I couldn't hear what she was saying.

"What?" I called out.

"There is no time to explain, listen Layla not everything in this world defines logic, remember that." My mom said.

"Goodbye" they whispered and faded away completely

            * End of dream*

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I hit my alarm clock and groaned.  I guess I feel like a real teenager now. I laughed humorlessly. Great, I guess this is when the fun begins.