When she opened her eyes, the darkness enveloped her. Pitch black darkness that seemed to absorb all light. She thought she heard voices calling her, but she couldn't see anyone. Where did the voices come from? Were the voices real or just a pipe dream? She didn't know. She no longer knew her name herself. Why couldn't she remember who she was? How could such a thing happen? She tried with all her might to move her body, but her body didn't obey her. He didn't obey her at all because he didn't move an inch. What should she do? Suddenly she saw a light, a light that was so bright that it could have driven the darkness away. Why didn't that happen? Why did the light envelop you and not drive away the darkness? Why weren't your parents there? Was she dead? If she were dead, then she should actually see herself, doctors and her parents. Why wasn't that like that?She had so many questions and would never get an answer. Never. Because as she had to find out with pain, she was dead. She didn't know why or why, only that she was dead. She would never see her parents again. Never live again. She couldn't remember anything when the light enveloped her further and yet made the darkness disappear. 'Turn around ...' she heard a voice say. But why should she turn around? She wouldn't be able to see anything anyway. 'Turn around ...' she heard the voice say again. She didn't know why, but she turned around. And what she saw she couldn't believe. The light became more intense and only one thought seized her: to punish whoever had done this to her. She wanted retribution and justice. Suddenly she felt that warmth was emanating from the light and began to cry. She felt that 'It' was on her side and she understood. She looked down at herself one more time before she wanted to be on her way.She could see someone in her empty eyes, but unfortunately the image was blurry. 'I will find him.' she said to herself, turned her back and went to look for someone who could see her and help her.

Miles away, a woman woke up drenched in sweat and still had the image of the badly battered and murdered girl with the empty eyes in her head. She knew who the girl was, where she lived, what else she wanted to do and where she was killed. That scared her. Such fear that one could no longer move. // Did the girl really exist? If so, what was she doing there at that time? Who killed her and why? She was still a child! A child …//

These were the last thoughts of the female person before she fell into a dreamless restless sleep.