Polaroid.

I'm Nevea James Tomlinson. I'm 17, and am related to, you guessed it, Louis Tomlinson. He is my cousin, he is in a band, almost everyone in the world knows this. So, me, Nevea is staying with them for a while. Louis girlfriend Eleanor, brought me here. We haven't talked, since the incident. It was traumatizing, and to be honest. I have talked to anyone since, but I'm starting a new life, I need to come out of my shell. But I'm here because of a camera, a silly old camera. A memorable Polaroid, one that is the only mystery in my life. Basically, all my secrets are hung over my head, by some one. My mother, to be exact. Now tell me why, I'm here in a house full of weirdos. Tell me why, I live this lifestyle because of my mother. Tell me why I still get notes from her is she's 'dead' ?