Bonnie turned off the living room TV and decided to go upstairs and read. Fishing out her iPod, she picked a song and put the headphones in. By the time she got to her room, she became so engrossed in the song that she forgot all about her book.

Song after song was played on her iPod. The girl found herself dancing around and singing along to many of them. She knew this would be quite an embarrassing sight.

More songs came to mind, and she went to her computer to download them.

After a while, Bonnie felt the floor shake slightly. She looked at the clock on her computer and noticed that it was a quarter to 11:00. Her mother comes home from work right about this time, so she figured it was the door slamming.

When the downloads were complete, Bonnie laid in her bed and listened to them. She didn't need the bedroom lights, so she didn't bother to turn them on.

Eventually, Bonnie decided to get something to eat. Still wearing her headphones, she strolled down the stairs.

When she reached the bottom step, she noticed flashing red lights through the window at the top of the front door. Curious, she opened the door.

Paramedics were loading a body into an ambulance.

Bonnie turned her iPod off and the porch light on. It was then she noticed long scratch marks and splattered red liquid on the door. Looking down, she saw more red on the gray concrete ground.

A police officer caught the porch light and approached the resident with a note in his hand.

"Miss, do you know..." he checked his paper, "Julie Friedman?"

"She's my mother," Bonnie uttered in shock, knowing where this was going.

"I think you'd better come to the hospital with us."