Lana awoke in bed, with a disturbing dream resting in her memory. She could
still feel the warm blood between her fingers. Looking down she realized
that that was because there was blood between her fingers. Running to the
bathroom, she vomited, unable to believe what she knew must have happened.
"I wouldn't do that," she said frantically, "No, I couldn't have. I
must've... probably... I just cut myself," she realized, looking at her
hand. Lana sighed with relief, it was just a dream.
Washing up, Lana went out into the living room to watch TV.
Forty minutes later Jace burst through the front door in tears, "Oh my
god... Lane, you won't believe it..."
"Jace, what is it? What's wrong?"
"It's Kristen, she's..."
Jace never finished her sentence, but Lana already knew what she was going
to say.
"How...?" Lana asked, even though she knew the answer to that.
"They think she tripped and cracked her head on a brick, oh my god, Lana..."
Lana hugged her friend.
See, I told you no one would find out.
Lana jumped, surprising Jace, "Lanie, what's wrong?"
"I... nothing, I guess I'm just a little shocked... that's all."