Amnesia [Completed/Editing]

Chapter Twenty-Four // Siara Lynn Dupont [FINAL CHAPTER]

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR // SIARA LYNN DUPONT 
[WORD COUNT: 1924]
[FINAL WORD COUNT: 54273] 

FINAL CHAPTER! Gosh, the emotions I'm feeling right now... 

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ONE YEAR LATER

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I still think of what happened that night. It haunted me in my dreams for months, scarring me from functioning for quite a while. Though most of the months flew by in a blur, it was an immensely difficult thing to go through due to the fact that I had no one except my sister. At the time, Jacob was in a coma and I still refused to speak to Bona. Lisa was kind enough to rush back here after she found out that I was kidnapped.

The relief I felt when I woke up was palpable. Instead of being confined to handcuffs and being an inch away from death, I was welcomed to the sight of a hospital, and a calming silence. There, a detective explained everything to me, with a doctor by his side. 

Lux was dead.

He was the one that was responsible for everything, and I—still—could feel the lurching sensation in my heart when I found out. He killed Mason. My brother. He killed all those innocent people. And I loved him. I didn’t know it at the time, since I was so distracted with everything around me, but I had truly loved Lux. It sickened me—when I thought about it now. How could I love such a sociopath?

It also bothered me, too. For months, he had me fooled, stringing me along and acting as if he had nothing to do with what was going on. And I, like the oblivious person I am, did not suspect a thing, when even Jacob warned me. For several months the thought plagued me constantly, lurking beneath the depths of my mind. I faintly recall traveling to one of the darkest areas in my mind up to the point where I was almost suicidal, thinking of how utterly stupid I was for allowing it to happen. Everyday, the thought of not seeing what was in front of me tormented me. Lisa tried to comfort me, but nothing seemed to pull me out of the depressed state I was in. I just did not find the motive to do anything. It seemed to be that Bona noticed it as well, and allowed me a few weeks of ‘vacation time’, but even that did nothing. 

I didn’t even find the motive to go to work anymore. How could I call myself a detective? 

And then, Jacob woke up. The relief I felt was astounding—I felt as if something had finally gone right for me. When I found out, I cried like I’d never cried before, because similar to Lux, I hadn’t realized it then, but I loved Jacob Jobs more than I did with Lux. I did not realize how intense my feelings for him were until I saw him that day, when he woke up with eyes shining with worry and adoration. It was as if that stage of depression I had gone through never happened as soon as I saw him. 

A huge weight had lifted off my chest when Jacob was released from the hospital, but there was still a hefty amount on there. I still had wonders about my mother and I still hadn’t decided whether I should forgive Bane or not. I also hadn’t found out what happened to Bona’s son, but the FBI concluded that it was a lost cause. He was gone, without a trace. 

This all led to right now, where I stood with my boyfriend, Jacob, in front of Jenkins Psychiatric Ward for the Mentally Disabled, or JPWMD. Jobs had convinced me to speak to my mother. At first, I had been against it, but the curiosity was eating at me for more than ten years. I deserved to gain some type of closure after all thats happened to me. 

I let out a shaky breath. “I don’t think I can do this,” I admitted, squeezing Jacob’s hand tighter in a feeble attempt to hide my shaky fingers. “I don’t think I can see her again. Not after what she did.”