fog surrounded amy like a blanket of protection as amy walked along the path of he cemetery her mother was buried in.....amy tossed and turned in bed while asleep trying to fight off the memories that decided they wanted to be played back for her.....amy was 8 and in her usual pig tails her mom did for her.people still called her amythest.then like clockwork her mother appeared from behind the shadow of one of the graves and began to walk up to her."amythest you have such a pretty name.why dont you let people call you by your name?"she whimpered.amythest cried as her mother began to burn in place of where she stood."mommy!m-mommy!where are you g-going!"she cried"dont leave me mommy!i love you mommy!"...amy continued tossing and turning, but remained asleep...