Dreaming Dead

Chapter 8

The door bell once again rang.

"Ding-dong!" It went sending loud waves of sound everywhere in the quite house.

I lethargically stood up from the sofa, put down my photo album and went to see who was at the door. Both mum and dad had gone to work and I was all alone in the house, only accompanied by pure silence which hung in the air.

I went in the hallway which led to the door. I could see a figure not older than I was, behind the frosted glass fixed at our door. I went up there and opened it.

Megan was standing there, in her red coat and fabulous hair. She was looking weary, but she still looked smashing. Her blue eyes fixed on the door mat. She didn't even notice that I had opened the door, not until I spoke to her.

"Hey, Megan." I said and stepping aside to let her in. She only murmured a small greeting and went in to sit on the sofa in the living room.

I followed her and we both sat on the same sofa facing the window, the photo album still on the table.

"You need something, juice or some other thing to eat." I asked, not really sure that I have to ask it or not.

One day had passed after Emma's funeral, but we all were still very grumpy. Not only were we grumpy but also scared of the murderer who had killed Emma. The police had also asked many questions from Emma's parents. We all supposed that it was revenge from some old rivalry of her father. But Emma's father was very good nature and said that he had no rivalry with anyone.

We all-Megan, Sarah, Rose and I- were also questioned. But we weren't really any help, though.

"Uh-no, thanks." Answered Megan. "I am good."

I nodded, not sure what to say. She looked at the photo album and whispered."Can I see it?"

"Umm, yeah sure." I said, confused that why had she whispered.

The photo album was mine with different pictures, bringing back old memories. Some of the pictures were mine with my friends.

Megan flipped the pages until she found one in which we all were present. I looked at it.

We all were standing- Emma too- hands in hands, beaming with happiness. Instantly memories swiped passed my mind. Megan sniffed a little. It was a happy warm sunny day, I remembered. We all went for horse riding. Everything seemed beautiful, back then. We all were pretty happy. Everything was normal.

"Hey, it's okay." I said comforting her and putting my hand around her shoulder and putting the photo album back on the table, although I wasn't sure that I was comforting. Not a bit.

Megan looked at me with her icy eyes and said.

"Remember I wanted to tell you something at Emma's funeral, but I couldn't?" She asked wiping away a tear of sorrow.

"Yeah."I answered.

"Well I went to tell it to you now."

"Sure, go on."

"Liz."She said

"What Liz?" I asked suspiciously.

"She is acting weird around these days. Before leaving for the funeral yesterday, she told me she can't come. She won't tell me the reason, but she said something. Something that has wholly no meaning." She hesitated but again started. "She said that who knows that I will also die... Die tonight."She finished and burst into tears. I watched stupefied.

"Amy, I am scared. I am so scared. It's like she will kill me and I guess she killed Emma too." Megan said between heavy sobs.

I came out of shock and said, "Look Megan, calm down, nothing like this will happen. Calm down."

She stopped crying and started wiping away big tears from her face with her tissue and I waited for her to listen.

"Look Megan, I know you are scared, but you can't possibly accuse someone for a murderer-that is A big accuse- Even though they say something stupid to you. Look maybe Liz was playing with you. She won't kill you and no one else will also. This all murderer story is heavy on you. You need a rest. Everything will be fine." I finished in the most calm and soothed voice I could ever use. Surely, Liz had said that but accusing someone for a murderer is too much.

Megan stared at me and sniffed, like a two year old.

"Alright."She agreed. "I just want to tell you, but Amy, you have to admit that Liz is acting weird."

I didn't reply. Megan just stared at me and whispered. "You are scared, aren't you?"

I studied her face. She just had read my mind. Yes, I am scared. Too scared.

She stood up. "I should go." She said. I stood up too, with the box of tissues in my hands and lad her to the door.

Megan looked at me one last time, snatched some more tissues and walked away, closing the door behind her with a little thud.

After Megan went away, I sat down on the same sofa and tried to fix everything in my mind.

"I think I should sleep. This all is too much." I said to myself but suddenly it came to me, giving me the feeling of lightning strike.

In all this commotion and mystery I had totally forgotten my dream. The dream I had just the day before Emma died.

The dream which showed Emma being killed.

Can there be a connection between it and the murder?