Emma's POV.
The world around me slowly faded away until I was surrounded by blackness.
From a distance I could hear Dr. Jones's voice calling out to me.
"Emma? Emma, are you there? Did you hear what I said?"
It couldn't be true. I refused to believe it. There must be some mistake.
"Emma? Please say something Emma?"
This isn't happening. It'll be the end of me, I swear.
The blackness is all consuming. It's threatening to swallow me whole.
"Emma, there's been a terrible car accident. Your parents both died. I am so sorry Emma, but we need you to come down to the hospital to identify the bodies."
Why? Why is this happening? Why me?
They aren't gone! They can't be. Not like this.
"NO!"
I can hear myself screaming, but it doesn't sound like my voice at all. It sounds like the voice
