Death Came Lara walked up the stairs. This was not her house it was Amy's. She must have fallen asleep, Lara thought. She walked slowly, if Amy was really sleeping than she probably needed it. No point in waking her up. Lara reached the top and to the left was a door slightly open, Lara went to it. I should knock. There was no answer. "Amy?" Still no answer. Lara opened the door and saw the girl sleeping peacefully on her side on the floor. "Amy? Amy wake-up!" Lara called. Still Amy failed to respond. How would you wake a child? Lara knelt down and shook Amy lightly. It was than Lara noticed Amy's back was not moving as it should have been with the constant light breathing. "Amy?" Lara asked with concern evident in her voice. She shook Amy a little harder and the body rolled to its back. Lara gasped and chocked on a scream. Blood, blood was stained into the carpet, the papers on the floor, and Amy's skin. Lara was paralyzed. Who would do this? Lara looked around for any sign of a fight or something. She noticed Amy's hand under her side. Carefully she moved it and saw a blood stained pocketknife. Everything started to add up as Lara looked from the body to the bloody knife. "Amy..." ***** Lara shot up in bed; she could feel her heart thumping against her chest. She was hyperventilating and felt an ache all throughout her body. It was just a dream, she thought, oh God, Amy. Lara got out of bed and ran to the phone. She pushed the buttons on the caller I.D. looking for the number. She dialed frantically and held her breath. Lara managed a glance at the clock, 5:30, she thought, Amy's home alone. The phone rang, once, twice, a third time.... Damn it, Amy pick up the phone! The phone rang a fourth time and there was a click. "Hello?" Came a young voice. Lara breathed a sigh of relief. "Hi Amy!" She greeted cheerfully, "It's Ms. Moore." "Hi! How are you?" Amy asked enthusiastically. "Fine and you?" The two struck up a conversation in which Amy did most the talking. Lara sat down at a table and listened intently to the girl. Amy seems fine. It was probably just a nightmare. On the other end of the line, Amy stood in front of the window with the phone pressed to her ear. She talked and talked, as she starred out at the fading sun. Perhaps it is not quite my time to fade away, maybe I'm not meant to go that way.