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Picking Up The Pieces

Hey guys, before I start the final chapter in our book I wanted to thank everyone for reading. I also wanted to thank my home dog peaceandwriting for helping me co-write this wattpad master piece. We have enjoyed writing this so much. It's a shame things can't last forever. And with that being said, I hope you guys enjoy the final chapter!

Abbie's POV

When life throws something at you, your are expected to keep moving. But what if the thing life throws at you, paralyzes you. What if the thing life throws at you, sends you so far out, there is no chance of you ever returning. What if the thing life throws at you, breaks you so bad, you are without hope of repair.

I'm all alone in this world now, Megan was the last family I had. My heart felt like someone had taken a chain saw and cut it in half. I ached with emotional pain.

The funeral is today. I am giving a speech. This is the second speech I have given at a close friends funeral. I don't know if I can pull myself to do it. I tried the whole get yourself together thing, it didn't work out very well.

I take a deep breath, then entered the church. Megan always wanted her funeral at a church. I'm not sure why. She said it was traditional. I told her when I die, just throw my body in the ocean.

I could see her mom on the front row, crying her eyes out. I walk and sit down beside her. She takes my hand and squeezes it, looking at me with her tear stained eyes. I try to give her a reassuring smile, but it was in false hope. My eyes started watering up and for a few seconds we just looked at each other and cried.

The preacher man started talking and I turned my direction towards him. My mind bounced around my head with thoughts of this should have been me, Megan hasn't done anything to deserve the death penalty. If anything, I do.

The burial was the worst. She got an official police officer service with the American flag and everything. After I gave my speech people soon trickled away. I was the last one standing at the grave, everyone else went home. When I tried to get up, I couldn't move. My feet were frozen to the ground. I had stopped crying though, I assume I had run out of tears.

Life has been a battlefield for a deadly war. Many casualties with only a few left standing. My two closest friends are now among the casualties, and I stand alone. Blood stains cover my clothes. My side has won, but to what extent.

I lie down on the cold ground. I'm not even sure what to do now. Life will go on around me, people I know will continue on with their lives, not even noticing the crack on the sidewalk, or the brokenness of a window. People will live their lives, some not even having to feel what I feel right now.

I know I'm being selfish. I know Megan and Drew are probably looking at me right now wondering why I'm lying here when I could be moving on.

I sit up from the ground and look at Megan's tomb stone.

MEGAN JENSON
1989 - 2014
AN HONORABLE POLICE OFFICER AND A LOVING FRIEND

I read the tomb stone over and over again. Then I feel something rise in me. I stand to my feet and walk to my car. Driving myself home I find my apartment door already open. My first instinct is to pull my gun. I push the door open a little more with the tip of my shoe.

I walk in to find Thea eating pizza and watching TV on my couch.

"Thea, what the hell! I could have shot you!" I yell lowering my gun.

"Sorry, I just know what your feeling, and you were there for me when I lost my husband so I thought I would be there for you," I looked at her not moving nor saying a word. "And I brought pizza?"

I let go of a breath, exhaling. I walk over to where she is sitting and sit down beside her. She smiles and hands me the box of pizza.

I felt something else in that moment. A feeling that I wasn't all alone in this world. That people were still out there who still care about me. I know Megan and Drew are watching right now. I know that they wouldn't want me to stop living my life because they stopped living theirs.

Robert Frost once said, In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.