It took the full strength of one overly protective, stubborn, realm bound girl, to stand alone on her two feet. Around her was a house, with pieces of the family that had once lived there, inside and out. Broken glass shattered to the ground, bullets piercing the girl's right arm as a warm light strand of blood ran down it. She touched it, not allowing herself to look at the house around her. She did not stare down at the shattered windows, the floor a mess from blood that wasn't her own, not even at the marks of bloody hands on the walls from where a woman-much older than this girl-banged someone against it with an antique flower pot. This girl limped into the next room, praying and hopping and wishing that the pain of not looking would come to a close, but it didn't. Not now, not ever.

The next room was worse than the thoughts of the living room. It was painted with knife marks along the walls, the brass of the 1895 grandfather clock was stuck in the wall, the colorful windows were dressed in mud and boot prints. The most horrific thing yet was the man on the floor. Dressed in an army uniform with blonde hair and bite marks left from dogs along his face. A puddle of blood was drawn around the man as his right eye began to turn red from the carpet. His other eye, hauntingly hanging opened, showing the only pure color in the room. Yellow. The girl leaned over the body to the man, starring at him with a terrifying look. She dropped down and picked up the man, no care in her mind of her pink over shirt, white crop top, and cut up blue jean shorts being drenched in blood. Tears trailed her eyes she rested her head on the man.

"I'm sorry Papa," She whispered with a limp, weak, yet warm voice into his ear, "I-I promise you, I will avenge you. I will find Mama and the others. I promise..." Tears stained the man as this girl stood up, the man still in her arms. She held him close as she carried him out to a large garden. Roses, herbs, tomatoes, and small little sets of trees. Each set held four Japanese Cherry Blossoms. In the center of the garden was a large golden leaved Weeping Willow. The vines hung down as the girl set the man down against the trunk of the tree. She kissed his forehead and got down to her knees. Placing her hands together, holding her head with her fingertips, and closing her eyes as light tears came out of both eyes. A single strand of blood falling out with them, from her light pink lips. "Please..." She mumbled from her place, "He did bad things. But it wasn't him. It wasn't him. Please let Destiny take him, not Darkness... Please... let him see Jeremiah again."

Three hours' time with the prayer and the man. Then the girl left. She walked back into the house and dragged her muddy shoes that now shared the mess of blood, up the stairs. The upstairs was much different from the rest of the house. Clean with no blood. No scars. No cuts. No broken windows or anything else. The girl froze as she came along three different rooms. One was a white trim with the name Mason across the door in big blue letters. The next was a green trimmed door with no letters but a blue sign hanging around the doorknob reading Carter in big red letters. The final one was a black trimmed door with small white letters that read Mariana. This girl walked up to the door in black and placed her hand on the knob. Having her arm shiver from the coldness it brought to her. Before turning the knob, she turned starring down into the rest of the upstairs hallway. This end, much like the rest of the upstairs, was clean. Except for the few claw marks of a seemingly large dog and the shattered frames of the once cherished photo wall. The girl turned back away, letting out a sigh as she turned the knob and walked into Mariana's room.