The little girl opened her eyes and looked around the room. Everything was blurry but started to clear in minutes.

“Hello Amanda” someone said next to her. She looked over at someone and felt guilt pour into her body. “My name is Mr. Vester. I am an investigator of the case about your parents. So tell me Amanda, how old are you?” he asked her curiously. Amanda looked at him confused.

‘What is he talking about? That was only a dream . . . and I’m back in my room’ she first thought. She looked away from the man and stared at a curtain around her. ‘I’m in the hospital? Where am I? I’m not in my room.’ She looked back over at the man.

He was not too tall but yet not short either. He looked somewhat thin when he wore a blue suit and had dark brown hair with brown eyes.

“Where am I?” she asked him. Mr. Vester looked at her puzzled.

“You’re in the hospital. How could you not remember? You were awake the whole time. You kept saying it was all a nightmare” he explained. Amanda stared at him befuddled.

“How could the be possible? Everything went black when I was inside the house, in my daddy’s office. The officer watched me fall to the ground” she told him. Mr. Vestor watched her when he stood up.

“But he watched you walk off like nothing has happened. You then fell but were still awake. Now tell me, how old are you?” he asked once again.

“You’re awake!” someone said with excitement. This time it was a woman’s voice, which just entered into her room. “Your aunt and uncle are here. They’re taking you home. Do you want me to get you anything? Like an extra pillow or some food?” she asked Amanda. “Oh . . . how rude of me. I’m your nurse. You could call me Gigi” she said cheerfully. Amanda forced herself to smile up at the woman.

The woman wore all pink. She was in her mid-50s, short and somewhat chubby. She had very curly brown hair with small brown eyes.

“No thank you. I’m fine. Could you send in my aunt please?” Amanda asked. Gigi smiled while nodding. Amanda watched Gigi as she left the room.

“Okay. Back to business. How old are you?” he asked more sternly. Amanda glared at him.

“Look. I’m not in the mood for asking questions. My parents taught me not to talk to strangers. You’re still a stranger to me. All I know is that you could be some stalker name Mr. Vester” she replied coldly to him.

“What’s wrong?” a woman questioned. Amanda looked up at a woman dressed in all black.

“This man won’t leave me alone. Make him go away” she responded plainly. The woman looked over at Mr. Vester then Amanda.

“Why are you here? You think this sweet little girl killed her own parents?” she asked with a hint of anger.

“Well, she was the only one in the crime scene. She had blood all over her hands, if we did DNA testing, she would be all over the results. We just need evidence that she didn’t do it. I think she’s innocent, but she’s a suspect right now” he replied. The woman walked over to Amanda’s bed and then folded her arms.

“She’s innocent. She’s only five years old. Why would a five year old kill her own parents? Mr . . . ” she trailed off as she looked at Mr. Vester’s blue suit.

“Mr. Vester. I understand your concern. Perhaps I will come to visit sometime soon. All I need is the age, for now. We’re going to question her eventually though” he told them. With that he left. Amanda sighed in happiness as she relaxed on the hospital bed.

“Why don’t you turn on the tv. I’m going to call your uncle” the woman said. She smiled sweetly to Amanda as she walked out of the room. Amanda forced a smile then turned on the tv. Tears began to roll down her face as she stared up at the screen.