August 25,2001

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Aaliyah P.O.V

6:05pm

Aaliyah had grab my Louis Vuitton suitcase. I had threw my clothes and stuff into the bag. In the middle of me packing. I heard the hotel phone began ringing.

Aaliyah: Hello.

Diana: Hey Liyah. How's it going?

Me: It's going ok. I'm just ready to get home.

Diana:Why?

Me: I have business to handle, a show and I miss Damon.

I had sat down and laid across it.

Diana: Mhmmm. Liyah you sound tired. Don't let your uncle and that label way you down with too much stuff do you understand?

Me: yeah mama I understand.

Diana: Did you talk to Timothy yet?

Me: nope.

Diana: Why?

Me: Because ma I feel like he needs to apologize to me for being an ass... I mean butt hole.

Diana: girl you better watch it. Liyah yall need to stop being stubborn and at talk to each other.

Me: I'll think about it.

Diana: Hahahaha you're truly your fathers child. Yall both so darn stubborn.

I had sat up and chuckled.

Me: Yeah. Mom.

Diana: Yeah.

Me: Can I talk to you about something?

Diana: Yeah whats wrong?

Me: Well for a few days now...I've been having dark, strange dreams.

Diana: Like what kind of dreams?

Me: I can't really explain nor recall what happened in them. But it's not just that. It also feel like something evil is following me or something. I can't explain in words mama what I feel.

Diana: Aaliyah baby I need to know what you saw in the dream. So I can help interpret the dream.

Me: I remember seeing a plane, fire, dead bodies and a hand reaching out. It was like 7 dead bodies.

Diana: Aaliyah how many times have you had these dreams?

Me: Uh for almost a week now. But this time last night when I had it again the last body I discovered was my own body. Ma... I was dead in my dream last night.

Diana: Aaliyah whatever you do don't on that plane babygirl. Don't let nobody get on that plane. That's God sending you a warning. Listen to me....

The line went dead.

Me: Hello. Ma.

I had put the phone on the hook. I had resume packing. There was a knock at the door. It was Eric and Chris.

Chris: Come on Liyah.

Aaliyah:Hold on.

Eric: Girl you still packing.

Aaliyah: Uh duh.

Eric:Well you better hurry because your uncle said the boat is outside waiting for us.

I had finish packing. I grabbed my bag and began walking with them. We had walked to the boat. everybody was putting there luggage on boat. I had suddenly started to feel sick. I had grabbed eric's hand.

Me: Have you seen my uncle?

Eric: No. I heard he left yesterday.

Me: I don't think we should get on this plane.

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