21st June 2005, 10:08 am

Amy's pure, blue eyes, her lashes laced with dark mascara, gazed intelligently out at the soft snow. Her blonde hair was dusted with white snowflakes as her lace, silver dress blended with her surroundings.

Like a perfect angel she gently stroked a butterfly's delicate wings. Winter was Amy's favourite season, her white blond hair, her crystal blue eyes, her lacy dress and her pearly white skin fitted perfectly with the gentle snow.

This was when Amy was ten. The Day of her birthday, 21st June, she spent alone, with her animal companions and nature.

However when she returned home she held two dainty pin pricks on her neck. The vivid red blood stood out from her pale skin. Using her white, silk scarf to cover the blood she discreetly tip towed up to her room.

Using a tissue she gently wiped away the Scarlett red liquid and settled into her bed. Her mind strangely clouded as if her brain was blocked from thoughts.