For Jimmy

''''

The last hour of Jane, Esther and Sebastians life went by fast. So fast is felt like minutes, seconds. They didn't care, in that last hour they didn't care about anything. Not the wailing police sirens outside of the therapy building, not the crying children outside the now locked therapy room. The only thing they cared about was Dr Rabsteen, and making sure he got as much pain as he dished out.

"Where is he."

Crack.

"WHERE IS HE."

Slice.

"He isn't..he wasn't..."

"NO, DON'T SAY IT, DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT!"

"He never..he never wanted..you to..."

"HE WANTED US TO DO THIS. HE TOLD US TO START A NEW BEGINNING, LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND, TRY NEW THINGS! WELL I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU DR RABSTEEN BUT THIS IS THE MOST INTERESTING THERAPY CLASS I'VE EVER HAD!"

Smash, crash, bang, crack, clip, chop, slice, snap.

"Jane, stop."

Bang, crack, smash, splinter, chop, slice, crash, pop, crackle, burst..

"He's gone. Jane, stop."

Jane stopped. She looked down at what she had done, just for a second to admire her work. Then, all at once; Jane dropped her weapons, Esther unfolded her arms and Sebastian stopped admiring the childrens' toys. All at once the trio followed each other up the winding stairs; Esther then Jane then Sebastian. They made their way out to the very edge of therapy building's rooftop, where they stood side by side; Esther then Jane then Sebastian. And then, all at once, they leapt.

Their once joy filled voices echoed amongst the wind that sunny Tuesday afternoon.

"For Jimmy."