The little girl suddenly remembered some details of that wretched night that she sometimes forgot, too painful to bear.

It was night and she was sleeping in her bed, a few years before.

A scream awakened her.

It was all dark around her and she couldn't see a thing.

But she could hear two strange noises.

A noise full of fear and one full of rage.

They came from her parents room.

She knew her house and wasn't afraid of the dark, so she went to check, even if she couldn't see very well.

But she was afraid that maybe a bad person entered their home.

She opened the mouth to call for her parents, but closed it without a whisper.

What if the bad person found her all alone and wanted to hurt her?

Her parents would surely have rushed to defend her and maybe end hurt because of her.

So she went in the bedroom silently and the noises became louder.

She tiptoed to reach the switch and turned on the light.

The white sheets of her parents bed were stained in red.

Her mother was covered in red too, just like her father.

He was on top of her, covering her mouth with a hand.

A big knife was in the other hand of the man from one side and in the abdomen of the woman from the other.

The two adults looked at the door and saw the little girl, watching at them without understanding well what was happening at that moment.

But then she realized.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Her father shouted at her.

Her father was watching her, but not her mother.

She only then saw that her mother's eyes were closed.

"I'm talking with you little brat!"

She was too scared to hear him, she could only look at the dead body that one time was her mother, everything else just disappeared.

Until a strong slap met her cheek, already wet from tears, bringing her back to reality.

He killed her.

This was the only thing that the little girl could think about.

He killed her.

And now he probably wanted to kill the little one as well.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Another slap.

The print of the male's big hand was absolutely evident on the skin of the little one.

And the girl, scared as she never was, turned and ran away, trying to reach her room.

Trying to escape from the monster.

But the monster was faster and he immediately reached her.

He grabbed her arm and shook her, screaming something incomprehensible to her.

She was in shock, unable to do anything.

The image of her mother still in front of her eyes.

He then threw her against the wall.

But a wooden furniture was there.

Her head hit the edge of it.

And darkness engulfed everything.

And she forgot almost everything.