Final Destination: If I Die Young

Epilogue

⚠️WARNING! Drug use mentioned.⚠️

(From the desk of William Hitchcock)

June 5, 2018

Till death or jail do us part.

That's what Perry would say.

Hey, Readers. Im William. But everyone calls me Billy.

It's been a whole insane end to the school year.

Peter's death left Molly traumatized. She's been taking therapy to cope with nearly being murdered. Actually, so has Sam. They're doing couples therapy, because it's cheaper, and they went through it together.

Nathan managed to buy new tickets, but for a new play. The one they missed was Wicked, so I bought them the movie. They went to see Victor/Victoria, and the date went so well, they went on a second. And a third.

Now they're dating.

Candice was surprised, but Carla wasn't. She spent enough time with them to see it coming.

As for Candy, the coroner found her commisionary check, along with a bonus and a post internship check. The total after deductions stacked up to eight hundred fifty thousand dollars.

She bought the building, and decided to keep Pressage Papers going. She's the new facility manager. She was going to make Perry her assistant. She ended up having to ask Alex Browning. Clear Rivers and I became supervisors.

As for Perry? She's in jail.

She was charged with murder, breaking into a crime scene, and possession of a stolen weapon. She also took the fall for Carla stealing Hunt's car.

Her court date was yesterday. Verdict was that she's going to jail for eighteen to life, with parole for school.

Mickey Barlow was right. McKinley High is the new Columbine. The news hit by storm, and none of the survivors were left alone for weeks. Tod actually punched a reporter for getting in George's face. Clear was just glad she lived in the middle of nowhere.

On the bright side, Carla scored an internship from saving Nick's life. I couldn't have done that, I flunked Anatomy. Granted, I never went, but still.

Peter's funeral was held by Candice, as she was labled his proxy. Pissed her the hell off. I went home one day, and the living room was destroyed. Literally.

She picked his church for the wake. It went smoothly for the first hour, until Candice caught her dad in the last pew on the left, shooting up heroin.

The fight between them was brutal. Candy broke his jaw, he broke her nose, and in the end, I had to create a distraction.

So I did what I did best.

I set the casket on fire.

Peter's mom fainted.

In fact, my little stunt burned down the church. Along with half the block. I'm surprised I wasn't arrested for arson.

We're now banned from most LDS churches.

At least Ashlynn isn't. But it doesnt matter, because Ashley is, too. She helped me start the fire.

Peter's family filed a lawsuit against us for it, too. They would have won if Molly hadn't testified against them. Now they owe Molly monthly payments for trauma.

I'm emancipated now.

Sam got in trouble for being in a relationship with a sixteen year old. It doesn't help that homosexuality is kind of frowned upon in Pennsylvania. That was a god awful court case.

He almost became a registered sex offender; hell, he would have if I wasn't a virgin.

The court labled me emancipated since my parents have been dead for... seven, almost eight years.

Julie moved back in with the Christensens, though she stays with Tod on the weekends. Tod's interested in Christa... or Blake... or both, I'm not sure.

Ian threw another party. This time, I actually went. It sucked.

I guess everything's going back to normal. Right now, I'm filling out paperwork for a ten day trip to Paris. The trip starts the same day Sam leaves to run Le Café Miro 081.

I'm only able to afford this because Candice missed an english assignment three werks before the gymnastics incident. I typed it up, turned it in, and it got a 100.

She barely passed the eleventh grade.

Well, I guess I should fill this paperwork out.

Until next time,

William Hitchcock.