I was in my room when I heard her scream. I ran downstairs as fast as I could. When I got to the kitchen, she was covered with her own blood all over her pink shirt. She had a knife in her hand. She started to cry, and I did too. "Call the police..!"Before she could say another word she fell to the ground dead. I couldn't move or say anything I just stood there trying to figure out what I should do.