"Arabella, come along now." A soprano voice carried through the halls of the Reeds mansion place.

A young girl walked slowly through her home, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the wall as she trailed slowly through the long hall. This house had been everything she truly knew since she could first remember. And now it was time to leave her one true comfort zone:

"Arabella, please come." A young woman rounded the counter looking to be in rush. Her eyes lit up when she saw the young red head dragging her feet. "Oh, Bella. It's going to be alright. Moving isn't that bad. You're going to love your new home." The nanny bent to the child's level, placing her hands on her shoulders in reassurance.

"Okay." Arabella nods.

"Let's go." The nanny stood and took hold of Arabella's hand, swinging it lightly as they walked to the front of the house. "Your mother will be out any moment, and then you will be off." The nanny smiles, brushing a stray strand of chocolate hair behind her ear.

Arabella simply nodded as they came to a stop at the entry to wait her mother. Arabella scuffed her shiny, black shoes against the floor, watching her feet and gnawing on her lip. It didn't take long for the mistress of the home to scurry down the stairs her blonde hair in a long flurry behind her as she took the steps three at a time.

"Quickly! You must leave!" Brooklyn Reed exclaimed.

"But what about Mr. Reed?" The nanny questioned, a worried expression embedding wrinkles into her face.

"No time! We aren't safe here," Brooklyn said out of breath as she finally caught up to them. She bends down on her knees grabbing her daughters shoulders much like the nanny had done before. "Listen to me sweetie, you have to leave now. Mommy will do everything she can to find you. Mommy and Daddy love you so much!" Tears rolled down her softly dusted tan cheeks, making her blue eyes turn a pretty crystal color. She caressed her daughters face and left a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead.

"Get her in the car!" Brooklyn ordered as she stood.

The nanny did as she was told, although she was confused and afraid of the way her mistress was acting. She didn't look over her shoulder until there was a series of crashes and screams coming from the house. She finished buckling the seven year old before slamming the door and taking off towards the house.

Lifting herself up in her seat, Arabella looks out the window to the front door with the tall glass panels on either side. Red splattered over every inch of the window panes as the sleek silver car hummed to life.

So young she didn't understand what had truly happened, so she sat back down and looked forward. Enjoying a silent car ride for hours before finally noticing that there was no one else in the car. It simply drove itself.