Lindsey's POV

Emma hugs me, hard. But all I do is shake. I can't help it. Fire and I have never gotten along.

*flashback*
"Lindsey! Run!" My sister, Ophelia cries. "Come on! I'll hold it up for you! You get out! I'll take the door!" I shout at her. "Lindsey, I'm the older one. It's my job to protect you! Now we both know only one of us will make it out of here in one piece." She says with a cough. "No! Please no!" I say as I start to cry. "I love you, Z!" Ophelia says. I feel her foot against my back as she shoves me out with a kick. The next thing I know, a bright light and a loud boom are the last things I remember before I got unconscious.

"Your sister is... I'm sorry, sweetie, but she's passed on." My mother says to me before she starts to sob. My sister... She was the one who promised to teach me about hair, and makeup, and boys. But she's gone.

*end of flashback*
"Thank you." I mumble to Emma as she tries to comfort me. Just as I thought I was regaining my strength and shell back, Steve calls out. "Come on, Z!" He shouts. And that's when I loose it.