Lily woke up slowly in the back of a cab. She groaned rubbing her head having a slight headache. She remembered she was on the way to her friend Caseys art show, as the cab stopped.

Lily got out and was about to give the cab driver his fair when he took out.

“That was strange.” Lily said making her way into the art gallery to look for Casey.

As Lily made her way in it was beautiful, with everyones art on display for the world to see. She spotted Caseys artwork at walked over.

Everyone was walking around her mindind their own business whrn she suddenly realized something… no one seemed to notice her at all. This was not strange since she was not a celebrity, however… no one has even looked at her.

Lily started looking for Casey more and even tried to get help.

“Hi ma’am can you help me find my-“ she stopped talking because the person didn’t even act like they heard her.

After a few more attempts she gave up asking for help. She was clueless as to what was going on. But then at that moment she turned around and it all made sense…

As Lily turned around she came face to face with herself in the mirror… but the Lily in the mirror was… well she was dead. Then it all came flooding back. The memory of the crash.

The cab that Lily had been in, had been in a terrible accident leaving both her and the driver deceased.

Lily’s spirt was stuck in a loop in that art gallery, calling out for her friend Casey trying desperatelyto get to her.