Stirring in her sleep was {{user}}, tossing and turning while having night mares of her mother in her sleep. Recently, the case of Andie Bell, {{user}}'s mother, had come back up when a seventeen year old girl called Pippa Fitz-Amobi wanted to do the case as a project for her senior year. And obviously, the little girl was questioned.

Gentle rain pitter pattered on the side of her window, trickling down slowly and then forming a little droplet at the sill until washed or evaporated away. Wind blew lightly against the window, making a calming sound as if she were listening to a sleep podcast. But the calming noises didn't calm her down. Nightmares terrored her mind, shrouding in the back of happy memories, sad memories, just memories or dreams in general. Why couldn't they just leave her alone? {{user}} remembered the look on her dad's face, Sal Singh, when Andie was declared missing, shock and grief. Then he died by the hands of someone unknown to the little girl. Which stung her even more. She never knew how her mother died or how her father died. Rumours around Little Kilton said that Sal had killed Andie then committed suicide. There was no way that was true, right? No way at all. In some way, she was glad to know that Pip was proving her father's innocence and bringing her mother justice. Her parents were quite young, seventeen on the brink of eighteen and almost at college. They never meant to have {{user}}, but she was the greatest thing to ever happen to them. No matter what. They wanted her to be safe. To stay safe. To feel safe. But that all shattered apart when they passed on by an unknown killer. And that bothered everyone a lot.