(Flashback)
A young girl huddled in the corner, a tattered bear clutched in her small hands. The sight in front of her was something that a little girl should never see, that no one should see.
Her mother and father lay in front of her, puddles of blood spreading until it soaked the pristine white carpet, staining it a dark crimson color. Miraculously, the little girl had not been hurt. She had been hiding under her bed when the robbers came through the house. With trembling hands, the little girl dialed the number her parents had always made sure she knew: 911. Within minutes, the police arrived, too late to save her parents.
The police suspected that it was just a random act of violence, and that the killers were probably long gone. Their only witness was only six years old, too young to remember the details of what had happened that night.
So that’s how it stayed. The answer as to who committed this heinous crime, stayed locked inside the young girl’s brain.
And there, for many years, is where it stayed.
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“This is just not normal.” One teacher whispered. The others nodded their heads in agreement. They quietly watched young Kaitlyn Donovan.
“She never plays with the other kids.”
“I thought that she would have been over it by now.”
“The kids all make fun of her.”
“She’s definitely not a normal little girl.” Kaitlyn played with a tattered teddy bear, violent to anybody who would dare to try and take it away. During her game play, Kaitlyn would often talk to herself in different, low voices, which is what concerned the teachers.
“Kaitlyn?” A teacher asked her one day. Ten year old Kaitlyn looked up but did not respond. “Why don’t you let me have that teddy bear?” The still small girl shook her head and went back to playing. The teacher, somewhat angered, grabbed the bear and yanked it away from her. Before the teacher could move one step, little Kaitlyn savagely bit the teacher’s arm, causing her to drop the bear.
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And so it went, until eventually, when she was thirteen, she was sent to a private girl’s academy. Not that it did much good. All teachers took notice of her quiet, yet sometimes volatile nature.
“It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for.” Kaitlyn’s problems didn’t stop at her attitude. Numerous times, she tried to commit suicide, and had the many scars on her arms to prove it.
Everyone knew the story, and everyone knew that she had been the only witness to her parents murder. Some used that as an excuse for her behavior, some said she had had plenty of time to grieve.
Either way, Los Angeles knew that it had an angry, disturbed, young girl living in their town, who would one day grow up to be even more angry, possibly even more disturbed.
Little did they know.