Total Drama: Survivor

Epilogue: Part 2

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Noah woke up drenched in cold sweat. For the past few nights, he'd been having nightmares about what happened on the island. 24 teenagers had gone to Camp Wawanakwa. Only 12 had returned, out of which only 9 were unscathed. His golden labrador jumped on his bed & greeted him with his usual licks of affection. He managed a small smile. The clock on his wall read 9:45am. He glanced at the calendar pinned up on his wardrobe. Today was the funeral. He got dressed & left the house without saying a word to anyone.

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The funeral was held in a small cemetery on the edge of town. All of the surviving teens were there. It was a bright & sunny day, which felt wrong for such a sombre occasion. Noah felt someone tap him on the shoulder. "Surprised you're here." He turned around. It was Alejandro. "What do you want, Eel-jandro?" "Nothing, I was just wondering why you're here, considering you don't care about anyone but yourself." "It's not like that." said Noah defensively. "I don't have to explain myself to you!" He huffed & stormed away.

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The funeral procession began. Noah zoned out as the family members of the deceased read out the obituaries. Then the coffins were carried out. He noticed a particularly large one & assumed that it was Owen's. As the youngest of nine children & the "runt" of the family, Noah was bullied by his older siblings all the time. His parents didn't really love him that much either. He felt like nobody really cared for him, so he told himself that he didn't care either. He came off as cold & sarcastic, & he pushed everybody away. Why waste energy caring for people who didn't care back? Then he met Owen. Owen was just such a caring friend who stuck by his side no matter what. He was always so bubbly & happy & full of life that it was hard for anyone to really hate him. Though at times his antics were annoying, Noah knew that he would miss Owen's highjinks. Owen; the only one who really cared for or even liked Noah, was gone. And he was never coming back. Noah felt a tear slip out of his eye at the sight of Owen's coffin. Why couldn't the killer have got him instead? Noah didn't think that anyone except Owen would miss him; A sarcastic jerk who only cared about himself. Only someone a big-hearted as Owen could miss someone like that. Someone like Noah. But everyone would miss Owen; the lovable chubby guy who always made everyone laugh. It felt like all the laughter & joy had slipped out of Noah's life.

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In the evening, Noah returned to the cemetery. As he stood in front of Owen's gravestone, memories of all the time they spent together played in his head like an old movie. Them participating in various reality TV shows together, Owen helping him prepare for his first date with his girlfriend Emma, Noah comforting Owen after his breakup with Izzy, or even just them hanging out with each other. He could remember them like they were yesterday, but they also felt like they were a lifetime ago. Noah went to a nearby corner shop & bought a sausage roll, one of Owen's favourite foods. He placed it near the gravestone whispering, "Goodbye, chubby buddy."

A/N: OMG I almost cried while writing this chapter! Especially cos it's partially based on my own life! I was looking forward to writing this chapter, because it gives the spotlight to my favourite friendship in the entire series: Noah & Owen. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Until next time!