Lina's POV
All I could see was black, but, I could hear my mom and my aunt fighting. About me.
"Why did you let her drive on the road?! You know there was black ice!" My mom yelled.
"I didn't, Claire. I didn't even know she left Gem's house." Aunt Lynn reasoned. They kept arguing. I wanted to fight back, but I was unable to move. Much less actually speak. All I could do was sit, and listen. Hoping it didn't go too far.
"Didn't know she left? You didn't know where my daughter was?" My mother yelled. I wanted shout at her. Tell her it was my fault. That I caused this. "You were supposed to watch her! Now look at her! Barely alive! She could die! And whose fault do you think it'll be?!" I could hear Aunt Lynn crying.
"Lina!" Harry called. I could hear him running to me. I wanted shout his name. Tell him I was okay. But, I couldn't. I was paralyzed. Trapped in a world of darkness. Only being able to hear. "Lina, why'd I let you leave?" He said, grabbing my hand.
"You mean, you let her go?" Mom said. I could feel Harry's pulse rise as he held my hand, which I couldn't hold back. I wanted to cry. But, I couldn't. "You're the reason my daughter is dying? Getaway from my daughter! Go! Now! You are killing my daughter!" I could fell Harry let my hand go, as the voices slowly subsided and I fell into a dream.

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Dream
I looked around me. I was on stage. It was the Showcase. I held a microphone. And I begun to sing. I looked out at the audience. No claps. Instead, people acted as if I wasn't there. I frowned. Harry walked out onstage. He was wearing black. And he looked like someone had died.
"Harry?" I called. No answer. The stage turned into my London home with Aunt Lynn and Uncle Rob. Aunt Lynn's eyes were worn out. And she looked like she hadn't slept for days. "Aunt Lynn?" She didn't hear me. She was holding a picture frame, crying. The scene changed into my New York bedroom. Boxes surrounded me. I struggled against the boxes to my bed, the only untouched area. I sat down. My mom walked in. "Mom! Mom?" She was going through my dresses.Picking one out. "Mom? What are you doing?" She didn't hear. Why is everyone treating me...like I'm dead? I watched as I felt myself fall, and found myself at a funeral. So someone DID die. I looked at everyone their. All my family was there. So its a relative. My friends were there. And Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn. I walked through the crowd to see who it was.
Lina Foxx
July 30, 1997-November 22, 2014
May She rest in Peace.

Notes

-Erin_Elizabeth_Directioner