· My Echo · A Mikey Fusco Love Story {COMPLETE}

• My Echo • A Mikey Fusco Love Story ❤ [30, THE END]

My computer was being proper mad and wouldn't work and kept crashing, and then once I got it working, I was too busy downloading Justin's CD, But I am posting it now. This is the LAST chapter of My Echo.

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Rachel's eyes slowly opened exposing her fragile orbs to a white room. She looked around for a moment, trying to focus them, but all they saw was white. She was standing in the middle of a plain white room.

"Hello?" She said after a moment, her soft voice echoing around the room, "Am I dead?" She said a moment later, spinning around, "So this is what death is like?" She scoffed, "I've been alone my whole life, and now that I'm dead, I'm still alone? What kind of joke is this?"

"You're not dead," came a loud voice from behind her. She gasped and quickly spun on her heels, her deep brown eyes scanning the tall man in front of her. He had her hair color, and the same nose as her. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Who are you?" She snapped. She was dead, and this is what she got? Some man she had never known in her life? Again, what kind of joke is this?

"I'm your father," he began slowly and Rachel's breath caught in her throat. She looked at him closer for a moment before her eyes widened.

"You're the man my mom killed when I was 4..." She breathed out softly, watching as he nodded.

"I didn't even know she had you," he began to explain, leaning against one of the plain white walls and sending her a shy smile, "Your grandma had called me just the day before, and I was shocked when I heard the news. So I went to visit Amanda, and she got pissed, but so was I. I mean, I had a daughter, and the woman kept it from me?" His eyes flamed with rage as Rachel watched him closely; her father.

"So I really am dead? Since you're...." She stopped on the word and just looked at him. He looked back at her for a moment before shaking his head and then planting himself right in front of her.

"No Rachel, you're not dead... well. You are. At the moment your heart isn't beating, and they're trying to save," he nodded to his side and again like in Mikey's dream which she had so kindly invaded, a scene of what was happening in her hospital room was playing out in front of her eyes. She could even hear Mikey's desperate pleas from outside the door, "I had to see you," he spoke up after a moment, tearing his eyes away from the scene, "You are my daughter, and I wanted you to know that I didn't choose to leave you, Amanda took you from me. She never even told me you were mine, and when I tried to make things right, the bitch killed me," he shook his head, planting his firm hands on her now shaking shoulders, "I've been watching you all these years Rachel, and I am so sorry for everything that has happened to you," tears began to spring to his eyes, "There is no God, there's just a place we all go when we die. There are people in higher power than us, but they only control what happens up here, not down there, but I will not let you die; you're too young. And that boy down there," he said, referring to Mikey who had thrown himself back in the room as they had officially pronounced Rachel dead, "Loves you with all his heart, and that's why the higher powers are giving you another chance. It was your time, they were going to take you, free you from this burden of life and let you become a part of paradise, but he changed their mind. So please Rachel, will yourself to live, because it's up to you now. Wake up, and love him and cherish him, and everyone around you. You're a special girl Rachel, you weren't meant to die so young. Change the world," Rachel's eyes burned with tears as she listened to her father's words, and then brought her eyes down to see Mikey's whimpering body collapsing down next to her on the hospital bed as he held her lifeless body in his arms for the second time.

Rachel's eyes slowly fluttered open and began to focus on a boring ceiling. Her throat was sore and her mouth felt dry.

"I'm so sorry," she heard a muffled voice whimper and her eyes moved to the side and found Mikey's head buried in her shoulder.

"Who..." she began softly, her voice raspy, ridden with sleep; Mikey's head snapped up and his eyes met hers, widening slowly. He cupped her face with his palms, he leaned in as his lips touch hers. They both slowly pulled away. "Who are you?" She spoke after a moment, staring at the strange boy who was clinging to her, and she watched as the hope that had once been in the boys brown eyes slowly dimmed.

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Well... she didn't die.... :3

If you would like an Epilogue to know what happens in the future, I will post one if I can get 3+ comments on the this chapter, ONE COMMENT PER PERSON OR ELSE I WILL JUST SIMPLY NOT DO IT!

I hope you all enjoyed this journey, and I hope you're around for many more! :)