The night that it all had went down, Sonja would never forget it. It would become something that would haunt her for the rest of her life. She had no idea what was happening to the rest of her family or that they would be dead before the end of the night. She had her own difficulties in the fact that she woke up that night, with a man on top of her. He held a knife to her throat and told her to be quiet. There were threats issued, not just against her physically if she made sounds, but her family. She did as she was told, crying the entire time. She had no idea if that was what set him off to do what he did or if it was what he planned to do anyway. There was more than one of them though. Someone calling out to him to come on and hurry up as he stabbed her with a knife repeatedly, leaving her to bleed out. Believing that she was dead, he wiped the blade on his pants and pocketed it, running off with his unknown assailant.

Waking up in the hospital and being told all that had happened that night, she learned that it was her mother that had barely been able to get the phone call in for emergency services. But, the woman had already lost too much blood herself before they had arrived. The entire incident had sent Sonja into a deep depression. She had lost everything and everyone that mattered most to her at the age of seventeen. Living with some cousins that she had in the area, no one knew what to do with her or what to say. There was no way to make any of it better, and while they attempted to help her get therapy, she simply sat through it without really giving her side of things.

For the rest of the year, she fought against herself in wanting to recall the memories that hurt so much. The worst being her own rape and the murder of her parents and brothers. It was as if part of her died in that house. By the time she turned eighteen, the house was sold and the money went into a special account for her alone. Barely graduating high school, she didn't want to go to college. Nothing felt right to her anymore. She longed for something else, something to fix what had happened. If nothing else, to stop others from seeing the same fate.

It was during a demonstration by the fire department and police station that she finally realized what she wanted. While she waited to turn twenty-one, she took night courses to gain her degree in criminal justice, while moonlighting as a waitress and anything else she could to get by. Entering the Police Academy was not a task that was to be taken lightly and she was far from doing that. She gave it her all, wanting to be the best of the best. She was looking to make it up the ladder, taking in everything like a sponge to water. Once she was able to take the exams necessary to become a detective, it had felt like an eternity before reaching her dream. She knew that it wouldn't be the sort of dream job most people worked for, but she was all too proud of herself for making it there and keeping on through it. A place she has been for the past seven years now.