I saw a flash of white. A distorted screech rang throughout my ears. I no longer felt the tightness in my throat from the pills, I felt as if all the pain I had was lifted. Out of nowhere, I saw myself. Laying cold out on the bus floor. I could hear the boys raise their voices from outside the bus. They walked in, Michael was first in. "Emma," He gasped before running over to my dead body. I was confused. Why was I looking down on myself and them? I had already died. Michael let tears drip down his cheeks. "Call 911, NOW!" He ordered, gaining the attention from the other boys.
"Why wha-" Luke was cut off by the horrifying view of me. My eyes were shot open. Dry blood stained the right side of my lips. He got out his phone and dialled 911. "Get me a ambulance, m-my sister might be dead," Luke trembled. Then in came the others. They were stunned but Ashton and Niall the most. Michael held my hand, never letting me go and slip away.
"Michael, check Emma's pulse!" Luke shouted. Gulping, making his Adam's apple visible. Michael nodded and put two fingers to my scarred wrists. He widened his eyes and more tears fell. "There isn't a pulse," He whispered. Luke's eyes must have pinched strongly by now.