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now.  Let’s leave your mom to get some rest,” Liv said as she kissed my forehead. “I expect you to tell me what’s really going on soon,” she whispered in my ear before she walked away.
              I watched as my two sweet babies walked away with the world’s best sister.  I was so lucky that Mark was able to get her husband a job here.
              “Okay, so tell me what happened,” Mark said as soon as the front door shut.
              I looked at him, my emotions running at an all time high from everything that had happened today.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to share what really happened.  He already thought I was going crazy.  If I told him that Death came after me in the middle of the day, he would take me straight to the loony bin.
              “Amelia…”
              “I saw him…” I whispered, turning away so he couldn’t see my face.
              “Who?”
              “Death.”
              “Olive said you were walking to the bedroom.  She didn’t say you were already in bed and had a nightmare.”
              “He was here, in the house.  I wasn’t asleep.”
              “You saw Death in the house?” He stared at me. “Amelia, did you call the doctor today?”
              “Mark, I am not going crazy.  When I turned to leave the kitchen, he blocked my way.  I blacked out when he grabbed my arm.”
              Mark’s face was full of concern and something else, something that I had never seen before.  Fear.
              “Amelia, I really think you need to see a doctor.  This is getting really serious.  It’s starting to affect your health.  First you start throwing up, then a bad headache, and now blacking out.  What if you had been driving?  What if you were home alone?”
              My mind was spinning out of control.  “Mark if I tell this to a doctor he will think I’m crazy.  They will put me on some medication that will make me, well, not me.  I can’t tell anyone.  Look at how you are reacting!”
              I seemed to have hit a nerve. Mark flinched at my remark at his behavior.
              “I’m sorry, Amelia, but this is getting serious.  Something needs to be done.  I am going to call the doctor and get you in to see him this afternoon.”
              “Mark, please don’t call him.  I’m telling you the truth.”
              He didn’t listen.  Mark got up from the bed and left the room, his cell phone in his hand.  I punched the bed and threw one of the pillows at the door.  I tried to sit up and go after him, but the room refused to not spin.  I buried my face in the bed.  I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.
              “I’m sorry.”
              I refused to look at him.  I felt betrayed. Something I hadn’t felt from him in a long time.
              “Lia, please look at me,” he pleaded, sitting down on the edge of the bed.  “Amelia, I’m sorry.  This is not just a nightmare anymore.  You are having hallucinations.”
              “I’m not hallucinating!  Death is here Mark, and he’s after me.”
              “There is no one after you Amelia! It’s all in your head!” he yelled.  His body shifted and he sighed.
              I turned my face from the bed.  He held his face in his hands. I could tell he was struggling with this.
              “Mark, I don’t want to fight with you.  I just need you to believe me,” I said, running my hand down his back.
              Mark reached out and took my hand. “Amelia, this is not easy for me to believe.  You’re telling me that you see a man dressed in black that calls himself Death, and he’s after you.  How am I supposed to go along with this?”
              “I know it sounds crazy.  I know that it’s not an easy thing to believe,