The Final Hour

The Other Session

Rebecca's POV:

I stared blankly at the crippled girl in front of me, who claimed to be Dylan's brother's girl friend and that had his brother went bad shit crazy on their asses and killed them. My attention suddenly shifted to Dylan, whom was standing next to me. He began to shiver and tremble, squeezing his eyes shut, so that it may some how make reality disappear, but we both know that is impossible and unrealistic. "I-I-Is he alive?"he asked. His voice was barely audible his voice quivering and cracking.

Jackie pulled the pad of paper close, picking up the pen close to her as she began to write her response in the same messy capital letters as before.

I'M NOT SURE, HE IS ALIVE IF HE HASN'T KILLED HIMSELF YET.

"People have died here?" I asked looking around, "Then where are their bodies? Are you lying to us?!" She looked up at me, then looked back at the paper.

YOU WILL FIND THEM EVENTUALLY, JUST WAIT TILL ONE IF THE FALLEN CRACK. IT WONT BE LONG.

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Narrator's POV:

Finally! I'm able to narrate again!! Wait you have already forgot about lil ol' me?! Well let you reboot your memory. I am the first narrator to narrate in this narrative. Get it?! Good! I knew you would!! Oh how I love readers, so smart and kind. Even though they never say anything... You are a very silent fellow, I haven't heard you say a word this whole time! Are you a mute or something?! Concussion? Brain damage? Retardation? ARE YOU DEAD?!? ohmygodIkilledthereader.
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You are alive.... Cool... I totally didn't call the police, secret agents, and the fucking C.I.A... Totally didn't.

So where where we..... Oh! Here we are!!

I sat in the corner of the room with May and Ollie. Ollie was crying because he was scared, while his older sister hugged him and rocked him back and forth attempting to comfort him. I was.... was... What was I doing half of this time? I don't even know, I guess I just spaced out listening to May and Ollie... Being... Alive... Breathing... God dammit you know what I'm talking about!!!

Soon enough Rebecca, Dylan and Matt trudged into the cramped little cell. I noticed that they where different then when they left, like a small bit of their hope dissolved into nothingness, only to be replaced with despair, especially Dylan, he looked like he was some sort of small rodent, that had just seen someone in its family get run over by an ice cream truck.

On Matt's back was a familiar girl, I don't even know how I had forgotten her. "Who is that?! They look hurt!" May cried worriedly from across the room. The girl then took out a note pad from her back pocket or something and began to write.
I'M FINE
Her hand writing looked similar to the scribbles of a pre-schooler whom was high on weed and acid. "I'm sorry of this is impolite but are you unable to talk?" I asked nervously, afraid she might be offended. She simply shook her head in a back and forth motion. "Hu," I mumbled, a lot currently on my mind.

Ollie pulled on May's shirt, "Who is the weird looking lady?" He asked ignorant of how the girl may felt about that comment.

"Oliver! Don't say stuff like that!" May scolded, the two kinda reminded me of mother and son, considering her mother died giving birth to him she had to pick up the role of his absent mother.

"B-But she is so skinny! It doesn't look good.." He mumbled.

"It may be that way but it isn't polite. I thought I had taught you better! Don't say mean things like that out loud!" She continued to lecture him.

"S-Sorry..." He sighed looking back at the familiar girl, and waked up to her. "Hello there!" He smiled "I'm Oliver! But people call me Ollie, Hay what is your name?!" He asked gleefully.

JACKIE.

That name, it sounded so familiar! Where did I know her from?! It was driving me crazy!

I AM IN THE SIXTH GRADE ALONG WITH CAT AND DYLAN.

Sh-She was in my grade?! I know everyone why don't I remember her?! I know this girl, but where?!!

It suddenly came to me, how could have I forgotten?! This girl has been my best friend for the last five years! How the holly hell did I forget?! Why did I forget though? It's almost stupid how I could have forgotten her existence. No, it is stupid that I could just forget her existence. "J-Jackie?" I asked. "Is that you?" She simply nodded. "JACKIE!" I cried running up to her and hugging her.

"Miss Jackie?" Ollie's quiet voice squeaked being easily compared to a mouse. "Why are you so skinny and have cuts all over?"

"Ollie!" May scolded only to notice that she was answering. Her hand writing was actually getting a bit better, it wasn't thaaaaaaat bad like before,

ThERe ISNt aNY FoOD heRE, We Had TO EaT ThE COrPsEs oF thE dEAd.

I stared at that paper for what felt like an eternity. They say time stops when you meat your true love, time stopped but it's certain that there was no more hope. That we are all going to die, and no one will even remember out existence like what happened to Jackie.

THERE WHERE FIVE OF US! AND NOW THERE IS ONLY TWO, HELL THE ONLY OTHER FROM OUR SESSION IS PROBITY DEAD!!

She wrote, even more sloppily and uncontrollably than before. Her tears falling onto the paper making the blue ink of the pen bleed.

"Stop it! He is still alive!!" Dylan yelled tears jerking at his eyes as well. (I was totally not crying two, totally)

"Who else was there?" Rebecca asked sternly.

THERE WAS PATRICK, BROOK, AUSTIN, CARLA, CALEB AND I.

"AUSTIN AND CARLA ARE DEAD?!" He cried.

If I remember correctly Austin was his little brother, whom he liked to believe looked up to him. While Carla was the youngest in his family, she was more mature than all four of her brothers one of them being at least ten years older than she was.

"I-I'm sorry," May sighed sympathetically, putting a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged away from,

"Can you just leave me alone.." He growled storming out of the room going to places only hell knew.

Jackie's head then suddenly shot up, wide eyed.

"What time is it?"