I've been reading everyone's fanfic's on TNLOCK and they just spiked ideas for me. mostly Chloe's Point of view, if not ill warn you ahead of time. Takes place after the finale, However, some of it is like the book. i do not own TNLOCK. Obviously. So, anyway read on :))

Everyone was dressed in black. I sat in the back and watched as they lowered the coffin into the ground. This was the second funeral i've been to this week. The worst part was both of these deaths were my fault. everything went down that night.

After my fight with Alek, i went to the theater to talk to 'my dad'. It wasn't him, i should've known that. Anyways, i fought for my life, but i died in the end. Some woman from the order shot me. The pain was excruciating. It felt like my insides were being ripped to pieces. And then i blacked out. When i woke up, i was in Brian's arms. everything was hazy, but then i remembered his lips touching mine. his body went limp. amy and paul came in, took me out of there and we called the police. anonymously of course. After that we went back to my house to find a note from the order. They had taken my mother. i went to save her and ended up losing two lives. One of which was my mothers. Even with that loss, the rest of the Mai saw it as a success. I united the races by giving my life for a human one. [a/n: thats how it happened in the book!] I jumped in front of a bullet for her. I came to, just in time to see another bullet speed past me and into her chest. She didn't die right away, she was alive long enough to see me turn Mai and kill everyone in the room. When i got to her side, all she said was "Get away from me. What are you?" and then she died. I stayed there and cried until some Mai hunters showed up. They killed any members of the order left on the premises. there were still some out there, but they were scattered throughout the city. The hunters brought me home and promised to take care of my mother, and the arrangements that needed to be made. They also told me about the attack on Valentina. I freaked out and ran to the apartment, while they called after me. When i got there i saw Alek getting into the ambulance with Jasmine. I decided not to approach them because of everything going on with Alek and I. Then i noticed they were carrying two body bags. I soon found out they were for Valentina and Zane. Turns out he was evil, guess we should've seen that one coming. After all of this, i went home and cried myself to sleep. Valentina was dead because of me. Jasmine was in a coma because of me. My mother was dead because of me. Brian was dead because of me. If i wasn't the uniter, none of this would have happened. I was a murderer. If i could go back... I would have changed everything. I wouldn't have talked to my mom about my love life, i wouldn't have trusted Zane, I wouldn't have went with Brian to his grandmothers, i wouldn't have gone to meet who i thought was my dad, i wouldn't have kissed Brian, i wouldn't have allowed my mom to go to that meeting, i wouldn't have left Valentina or Jasmine's side. I would've saved them. I wish i could have saved them. If only i could go back...

Now i sat at my mother's funeral. Watching as they lowered her coffin. I know i should have sat up close but i couldn't bring myself to be near the box that held her corpse. it was my fault she was there in the first place. And i felt some resentment towards her still. With her very last breath, she had been disgusted of me. She found out my secret and turned me away, wanting nothing to do with me. This cut me at my very core. Every time anyone warned me about how she might react, i had tole them that she was different. That she loved me. Then when she met the real me, she hated it. She only loved the me she knew. There was a whole other side of me, a side that she couldn't stand. The way her eyes looked when she saw me for who i really was. I can never erase that image from my mind. No matter how hard i try to block out the image, her frightened eyes and disgusted face, will forever be imprinted on my brain. The women i loved and called my mother, was afraid of me. That's something i can never change now. And no matter how much i loved her, i filled with hate when i thought about her. She could never accept the real me. I died for her and she still wanted nothing to do with me. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I knew it was no longer worth crying over. Love me or Hate me. She was dead. with that i got up and walked away from the ceremony. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as i walked towards the parking lot, as well as i heard their whispers. poor girl, and she lost her mother. she's all alone now. and even i know how she must feel. so sorry for her loss. but in truth none of these people knew how i felt. They had no idea what kind of person or mother she really was. They had no idea how much she loved me or how disgusted she was of me when she died. They had no idea and never would.