A/N: I just saw this movie and I've been obsessed with it since. So I created this story to satisfy my love for it. I don't own it because if I did, I wouldn't be writing this.

India heard the noise from her mother's room. The sound of the heavy breathing and her mother's pleading. She started walking.

"India!" He called. His voice oozing with desperation. She grabbed her rifle. He was calling her again. She imagined his ice-cold eyes flashing in frustration. She started walking up the stairs. The old wood floorboards creaking with each step she took in her heels.

She finally got to her mother's room. Uncle Charlie smiled when she came in, while her mother's eyes got hopeful. Her face was red with sweat all over her.

India aimed the gun.

Boom. It went off. The sound of blood trickling like a stream filled the room. The intense red color staining the walls and floor. India looked up at her Uncle. Her missing puzzle piece. She knew it was wrong but it felt so right. Then she glanced at the floor. Her mother's body was limp and covered in blood. India smiled.

"My bag is packed." Uncle Charlie grinned.