Taylor, Isaac, and Zac walked through the door of their house and up the stairs silently. The all changed out of their suits and into their night cloths. The day had been long, but worth it. After Cara's funeral they had all visited her grave. There they had planted dozens of roses and said their final goodbyes. Taylor had taken a poleroid of the tomestone and had stuck it on his mirror, reading: 'Cara Marie Johnson - November 15, 1982 to August 22, 1997 - May her body rest in peace and her soul keep dancing forever.' It had been a few weeks and the boys had yet to talk about it.

They all said their prayer, which they never did until Cara passed away, and got into bed. Before Isaac switched off the light, he asked his brothers a question.

"Hey guys? What do you think happened? I mean, the doctor never gave us a real reason for Cara's death. What do you think... you know..."

Zac looked at his brothers. "I know what it was. It was Marie. She could hear them yelling outside and couldn't take all of the loud shouts. She screamed for them to stop, but they didn't."

Taylor looked at his brother. "But what if it was something deeper? What if it was over something none of us could see?"

"Like what?" Isaac asked.

"Cara once told me why she hated Marie. She said that Marie was the reason her father left. She hadn't seen him in, like, ten years, or something. Maybe she was afraid her father would leave again because of Marie."

"Wow," said Isaac. "That's terrible. And the last sight of her father was one with Marie in the picture."

The three boys were silent for a moment. Then Taylor got up and walked over to where his pants from that day were. "She wrote me a note," said Taylor, taking out an envelope. "Before she died, she wrote me this note. I haven't opened it yet." He sat on his bed and tore the envelope open.

"Read it out loud," said Zac.

"Okay," said Taylor, and he started reading the note.

"Dear Taylor,

I guess if you are reading this note, I have passed on. I am so sorry that I did this. So sorry that I screwed up my life... for what? And now you are suffering, too. Well, I can't tell you how much I loved you and your brothers. You guys were always there for me when I needed you. I can't tell you how greatful I am of that. I guess I thought that death was a superstision. Something to scare people so they don't do stupid things. I never thought that it would actually happen to me. I had heard the stories about people who didn't eat and the people who overdossed on asprin and things. But I truely never thought that it would happen to me. I thought that I could quit whenever I wanted to. But when I really did try to eat, I ended up throwing it up. And I could never get rid of the headache, so I thought that asprin would help. Of course, neglecting to read the warning. Well, now I know. It is too late for me, but I have learned my lesson. I just ask that you don't greive over me. Don't take it as a loss, take it as an opening for a new human being. We all have to die sometime. All of us. And I died happy. I am glad that I accomplished the things I did with dance, and with you. I am so glad I got to meet and become friends with you and your brothers. And even thought My body is no longer there, my love is undying.

Always in him,
Cara Marie Johnson"