Dinah Jane Imagines/ One Shots (lesbian)

Casualty Of Love 4

*Dinah's POV*

I sat on my bed looking at my wall where all the pictures of me and Angel were. These were the only things I have left now, pictures which lead to the memories of what we were. How times have changed. I can't bring myself to get over the fact me and Angel will never be together again, or get to spend the rest of our life together. I will never find anyone else. I never want to find anyone else. Mainly because there isn't anyone, there's only Angel.

*Andrea's POV*

It's been a few weeks now since the accident. Angel should be able to come home soon. She's a lot stronger now. I'm just glad she is to be honest; I thought I had lost her at first. But she's changed a lot; I just hope her memory comes back soon.

*Angel's POV*

I walked through the front door to my house. I stood by the door, taking a deep breathe in. I looked round, I realised that I hadn't forgot anything. That was one thing I was worried about, that maybe there was the odd thing I forgot. But none of that is completely true though. What about Dinah? I haven't seen her in ages, I know it is really killing her knowing that I've forgotten things, but at the same time, I can't help it, I can't help what I don't remember. For now, she'll have to deal with it. I walked around my bedroom, lightly touching everything placed on the desk. There were pictures of me and Dinah placed on the wall, but none bring back any memories whatsoever. We seemed really close, inseparable.

*Dinah's POV*

'Do I? Don't I?' I quizzed myself about going to see Angel. But it's not the Angel I want to see though, is it? It's a different one. 'I need to though don't I?'

*Angel's POV*

I sat on my bed staring at it all. Staring at the pictures, it angered me by the second. I could feel myself boiling up, 'I like boys! I'm not interested in girls'.I quickly stood up and walked over to my desk and ripped off all the pictures that were there of me and Dinah. "THIS IS POINTLESS! I HATE THIS! I HATE IT ALL" I screamed before running downstairs "Angel, what's the matter?" "Go away aunt!" I stood up and ran out of the house, not knowing where I'm actually going.

*Andrea's POV*

*Couple of hours later*

"Come on DJ! Pick up.." "Hello?" She finally answered "DJ, where are you?" "I'm at home, why?" She replied pretty confused "Is Angel with you?" "No, why would she be?" My heart sank a little in my chest, 'Where could she be?' I thought to myself "She stormed out the house a few hours ago and I don't know where she is. She's left her keys, phone and everything else here. I don't know where she is!" Tears started to fall down my cheeks "Dinah, before she left, she trashed her bedroom.. She erm, she ripped all the pictures of you and her!"

*Dinah's POV*

I walked into Angels's house, my heart beating 20 times faster than usual. Where has she gone? What's wrong with her? I made my way up to her bedroom, trying to brace myself for the ripped up pictures. Looking round the room and seeing the mess that surrounds me absolutely kills me. I bent down and picked up all the crinkled, ripped pictures off the floor. I wiped my cheek as a tear fell down.

"She will remember! It just isn't the same Angel without her knowing who you are!" Andrea paused for a second before carrying on "The police are on their way, they need to get a statement and to get a picture so they know what she looks like!" All I did was nod "But she'll never remember will she?" I whispered.

*Andrea's POV*

It's now 10AM. It's been 14 hours since Angel left. I don't know where she is, but I just hope she comes home; she isn't stupid, I know for a fact, so I hope she comes back. I just hope that she's okay. The police have just left; they wanted to know some of her friends details so that they could get in touch in case she went there.