For Everything

Why The Beginning Will Forever and Always Be The End (Final Chapter)

I run beside Rosie, laughing and smiling, for the first time in forever, until we reach my house. I stop, and Rosie continues running, and vanishes around the corner. I stop smiling, and look at the sad remains of my house. A big FOR SALE sign sits on the front lawn, and I find my parents through the front window of the house, not the shop. I look down at myself and realise for the first time in forever, I'm wearing a hosptial gown. My legs fail underneath me, and I crumple to the ground, watching my parents through the window. They're looking at each other, crying and comforting one another. They're standing on chairs, although I don't know why. I try calling out to them, crawling into the street, but it's not use. They don't hear me, and I don't hear the car coming until it's too late. It comes out behind the street corner, and doesn't see me either. I scream just as the car hits me, except it doesn't hit me. The car goes right over me, and I open my eyes. I'm still in the street, still on the ground, still here. I cry a hard and harsh cry, looking back to my parents. They're crying hard now, just like me, but then my father says something to my mother, and she nods, her face hardening. Then that's when he puts something around her neck, then his. I can't make the shape of the objects until I see two pieces of rope, in a loop. Nooses. Oh my gosh. I scream to my parents, as they breathe, ready. I crawl further into the street, shouting at them. They don't notice, me, but instead take a moment, to breathe and stare into each other's eyes. Then they do it. My parents step off their chairs. And as my mother falls, her gaze falls upon me, in the street, crying and shouting, crawling helplessly toward them, out of time. She opens her mouth, but it's too late, and her body spins around, so i can't see her face anymore. Instead of crying even more, I stare at my parents, breathing. I'm in shock, and I know it. My parents, my sister, and all my friends, are dead. Never to be seen again, excpet in the next life. Rosie runs back around the corner and comes over to me. She sits down next to me and leans her head on my shoulder, stroking my arm. I hardly notice, still looking upon my parent's corpses, spinning around from the ceiling like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Rosie speaks, but all I hear is a muffled voice, and then I realise. I realise why I'm seeing and feeling my sister. She's no longer alive, and I'm embracing her. My dead sister, which means only one thing. I'm not alive either. At this realization, I cry like never before. Not a heavy, gross, pitiful cry, but a soft, sorrowful, regrettable weep. I wept. I wept for the school, for Alex, for Felicity and Gale. I wept for my house, for Mrs. Cyndia, and for my parents and Rosie. Oh I wept that day. I wept for any and all of the things I've done. I was now dead too, and there was nothing left for me to take. Nothing. So I wept. For friends, for family, for everything.