II

 My next memory is thirteen days later, exactly before I turn six. My dad woke me up just before sun rise like he had before, however instead of making breakfast he instructed me to get dressed for school. And this is it. Just before my memory goes totally black, I hear my mother scream "Jessie!!!" though it sounded millions of miles away and more like a faint breeze of the wind than an actual scream. But that's it. Later I find out that my parents were murdered that night. My next memory is waking up in a strange white room.