Run While You Can(Editing)

Epilogue

Epilogue

It's been two years since Jamie's passing. Mary McKan tried living a new life, starting over. She moved away from their late-night party city and settled someplace new, a suburb on the outbursts of Chicago. She bought an apartment in a building full of friendly people and even met new friends. As soon as Mary moved, she felt like something was missing.

Family.

Mary adopted beautiful, heathy 8 year old boy, Jacob McKan. She cared for him as much as she cared for Jamie.

Mary grabbed the groceries from the backseat of the car and carried them indoors, placing them on the kitchen counter. It was around dinner time, so she started pulling out cans of soup and vegetables.

"Jacob." She called. "Jacob?"

Small, tiny fingerprints were scattered across the walls. The word Careful was pasted in bold letters on the floor of the living room in a strange red ink. Mary knelt down and rubbed her fingertips in it. The ink was strangely warm and smelled like blood.

Above the blood splattered words were tiny bare feet. The feet belonged to Jacob. He was dead. Jacob was hung, from the ceiling and placed directly above the blood. Mary screamed in horror. Jacob was stone cold, blood covered his body. A small piece of white paper was held in Jacob's hand. Mary released the paper from his tight grip, tears constantly falling down her face. She read the paper, horror spreading across her face.

Happy Endings Only Happen In Fairy Tales Sweetheart

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After Jacob's death, Mary abandoned her life, the only thought on her mind was to find the killer. He has caused her too much pain to move one. He ruined her life the moment she said I Do up on that altar, in the white flowing gown. He own husband, who she cared for, murdered her children.

Mary quickly grabbed a small bag with a few belonging, and left, walking out the door, not worrying if she left the stove on again. She grabbed a bus token from the pocket of her jeans anhopped on the bus, which took her to her old life, to the city where Jamie was born and died. At that moment exact, Mary swore nothing will come in her way of finding him and ending him.

As the bus stopped at their final destination, people were fleeing off of the bus like rats on the Titanic. Mary started descending down the crowded street, pushing past annoying little people. She keeps walking until she reaches a door. She twisted the knob open, immediately smelling the sour aroma of death. Fleas covered every inch of the place. Large indents of scratch marks flowed on every wall.

She was in the house where Jamie was found hours before she died.

"So we meet again?" a voice said in a sassy tone, coming from the top of the stairs. The voice belonged to a tall, skinny man in a raggedy suit. He walked down the stairs, smirking. "Sweetie." He gently ran his fingers through her hair.

"Get over me, John." Mary spat at him.

"Now now. Don't you go saying nasty things to be." John gave her a look like Your Next.

Mary pulled out a gun that was placed in the pocket of her long coat, pointing it at John. Her hands her shaking, going out of control.

"TAKE THE SHOT! SEE HOW IT FEELS TO KILL!" He says to her, laughing like an insane patient in an Asylum.

Mary stands there, shaking while pointing the gun at him.

"HA! YOU CAN'T DO IT! NO WONDER JAMIE NEVER LOVED YOU, YOUR A COWARD!" He continues to laugh, tilting his head back.

"Don't talk about my Jamie. " She says, pulling the trigger, causing the bullet to hit him and stopping his heart.

"You should've been more careful."

Careful.

Mary holds the gun up to her temple, knowing that there's nothing left for her here. "I'm coming Jamie." She quietly says to herself, pulling the trigger, and hearing the sound of the bullet.

I'm Coming Jamie