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“Can you just talk to her?” he asked.
        “Of course, your dad and I can go in on Monday morning.”
        I hated seeing Hunter so upset.  He had such a kind heart and the thought that someone would bully him was painful.  My head hurt worse than ever.  Olive had kept her word; she was in the kitchen with Abby when Hunter and I came in.
        “Everything okay?” she asked.
        “I’m feeling very sick; do you mind if I just lay down for awhile?”
        “Nope, I got this,” she said, tickling Abby and winking at Hunter, making him smile.
        I turned to walk away and screamed. A dark-cloaked figure stood in my living room, a smug look of satisfaction on his face.  Death walked forward and traced his finger down my arm.  My blood went from boiling to ice cold.  My vision went dark, and I fell to the ground, my head slamming on the floor with a loud crack.
     

Three
              “Lia! Amelia!”
              The screaming made my head pound uncontrollably.  I opened my eyes, and Olive was bending down over me, a look of sheer terror on her face.
              “Amelia, are you okay?” she said, frightened.
              My head ached, and I was having a hard time focusing on her face.
              “What happened?” I whispered.
              “Lia, you just gave me a heart attack!  What happened?”
              I had no idea what happened. I couldn’t remember anything.
              “How did I get here?” I asked, trying hard not to say it loudly for fear of my head exploding.
              “Amelia, you turned to go to your room, but stopped and screamed, and then you blacked out. I think you hit your head pretty hard.”
              “Did the kids see it happen?”
              Olive looked behind her. Hunter held a crying Abigail in the kitchen. “Yes, it scared them pretty bad.”
              “You need to call Mark,” I told her.
              She looked at me strangely but slipped her phone out of her pants’ pocket and dialed the number.  She quickly explained what happened and, after a few more words, hung up.
              “Mark’s on his way home,” she said.
              “Can you help me get to bed?” I asked.
              Livie stuck her arm under mine and helped me get to my feet.  The room spun as I tried to walk, and Olive had to keep me from falling.  Once I was safely on the bed, she ran and grabbed a washcloth and a bowl.  She dabbed my forehead with the cold wet cloth, which sent shivers down my spine.
              “Amelia, what is going on?” she asked quietly.
              “Can you ask the kids to come here?” I said, avoiding her look of dissatisfaction at my changing the subject.
              “Sure.”
              Abigail ran in and jumped onto the bed.  She wrapped her arms around me and cried.
              “Mommy what happened?  Why did you fall down?” she said through sobs.
              Hunter stood at the foot of the bed, almost as if he were afraid to touch me.  He had a look of pure fear on his face.
              “I’m sorry, mommy has a really bad headache, and I guess the pain made me pass out,” I explained.
              The truth was, after Olive told me that I’d screamed, I remembered seeing Death and watched as he grabbed my arm, turning my blood to ice.
              “Are you going to be okay?” Hunter asked. “Do you need some water or anything?”
              His concern made me smile. “I would love a glass of water.”
              He smiled as he left, glad to be able to help, I guess.  A few moments later I heard the garage door open, and Mark rushed into the bedroom.
              “Amelia are you okay?  What happened? Olive said you passed out and hit your head? Do you need to go to the