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Chapter 24

Allie's POV

That was one of the best, and most relaxing dates I've ever had.

While Liam and Madi act all lovey and gross, Shawn and I laugh, shove our faces with food, and have the most pointless, and random conversations ever.

I felt so comfortable. I can always be comfortable around him.

We finish our food and run outside, where there are fans surrounding the restaurant. They scream so loud I feel as if they burst my eardrums.

They all scream the second they see us. We duck and run into the car. There are paparazzi and screaming fans everywhere. It is complete chaos.

Liam ducks into the front seat and starts his car, while Madi slides into the passenger seat. Shawn lounges in the back right seat, and I sit in the left, back seat.

When we get in, Shawn grabs my hand. "That was crazy." He laughs.

"You're telling me." I gasp. "Some girl pulled my hair."

Everyone laughs as Liam speeds away.

For a little while, we just talk and laugh. After a while though it gets boring, so we turned the music up.

'All of Me' blasts from the radio, and we start dancing and singing. We all laugh, and we are having the time of our lives.

Some guy brakes in the middle of the road and I swear it gives me a heart attack. I sigh and look around.

I see a semi-truck hurdling at us at about ninety miles per hour.

"GO!" I try to scream but it is far too late.

The truck hits Liam and I's side of the car and the car flips.

The next few seconds go by in slow motion.

The car is upside down.

I see Liam hit his head hard against the steering wheel, which knocks him out immediately. There is already a ginormous gash on his forehead.

Madi hits her head against the window, and screams as glass shatters everywhere and cuts up her arm. She passes out.

Shawn's leg is crushed by Madi's seat and he is unconscious. He has blood tracing down his forehead.

I feel blood run down my face but I don't care. I ignore the endless pain. I try to scream but nothing comes out. I am so scared.

I stay like this for a couple minutes, screaming, trying to wake them up. So I won't be alone. I know it sounds selfish, but I need someone right now.

My body is crushed by Liam's seat, and I feel my vision getting blurry. I look outside just in time to see people rushing to our car, then the darkness takes over. All I feel is numb.

2 weeks later

"Please wake up." I hear sniffles. "Please stay. They want to cut off your machine if you don't wake up soon. I can't lose you." A familiar voice whispers. Shawn.

I try to speak, but I can't. I try to pry my eyes open, but I can't. I feel numb. Why am I here? Why can't I wake up?

Then I remember. The car. The semi-truck. The damage. All that blood.