A/N: I dunno about this one. I kinda liked Shane's better…but whatever. So long as you people out there like it.

"You better run, because next time I see you, you're dead!" Shane called after me as I ran out of the police station. I didn't care what he thought. I was getting out of this hellhole. I ran down the road, heading for the marina. There were boats; I could get off the island. I could live.

Lucky for me I spent all my summers working with boats, in between hiding from Shane and his friends, of course. I managed to untie the boat and locate the keys. I put the keys in the ignition and turned it. The boat sputtered, the engine revved for a moment and then it died.

"Dammit," I yelled, smacking the steering wheel.

"Need some help?" I turned, and saw Henry leaning against a post. "You're supposed to be in jail, you know. They tend to frown upon people just up and leaving."

"Henry…please. You know it's not me. I never could have killed Wellington, or Kelly." He smiled softly, full of sympathy.

"I know you didn't kill Wellington. You have impulses, but you're not a killer. You never were." He grinned fully this time, and I could hear the click of a knife opening. A load of things went through my mind, the first being that there was now a chance that, maybe, I wouldn't make it off the island after all.

"W…what makes you so sure? A few hours ago you were positive you had caught the next Wakefield. Why the change of heart?" Henry pulled a knife from behind his back pointing it at me. I backed away slowly, bumping into a barrel.

"Nowhere to run this time, JD." Henry stepped forwards and sunk the knife into my stomach. My eyes widened and I grabbed the hilt of the knife. I felt a warm wave drench my hand, and forced myself not to look down.

"You weren't the killer," Henry said.

"Because you were," I whispered. I started to fall backwards, grabbing the barrel for support. Henry pulled his knife out, and stabbed me again. I landed hard on the ground, gasping and coughing up blood. I groaned loudly, and tried to stop the bleeding. Henry laughed quietly.

"You were supposed to get off the island. I had plans for you. You would have survived, if only you'd stayed in the jail cell. Funny how little things like that can affect us." My breath started coming in gasps, and I stared Henry in the eyes.

"You'd kill your own brother. You probably killed Dad too."

"You're not my brother. And that liar was not my father." At my confused look he continued. "John Wakefield is my father. My real father."

Voices started to sound, and they were getting closer. Everything started to get a little blurry, and Henry stepped back a bit.

"Why…" I gasped.

"Abby. It's all for Abby." Henry picked up my legs and shoved me behind the barrel. He then turned, and then walked away. "Goodbye, JD." I tried to call out, but all that escaped my bloody lips was a weak cry. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I thought, panicking. I suddenly didn't want to die. There was so much stuff I needed to do.

Footsteps. Coming closer. Somebody…somebody looking for me? A light bounced across the dock, and I heard Abby calling out. She falls to her knees next to me, looking horrified. I cough wetly, and a splash of blood seeps its way from between my lips.

"Abby," I wheeze, not able to keep the note of panic out of my voice.

"JD…who did this to you?" She turns away and covers her mouth and nose.

"It's you…it's all about you," I whisper. Her eyes go big and glassy, and I let out one more gurgle. The last thing I see is her face, hovering above me like some kind of angel.

I just want to have some peace. To go somewhere where nobody cares that I tried to kill myself, nobody thinks I'm some kind of freak. Maybe I'll see Kelly again. Maybe I'll see my dad.

Henry's standing behind Abby, but I don't care. I don't think he'll kill her. I don't know anything anymore. Who knows, maybe Abby's on Henry's side. Maybe she's helping him kill everybody. I think about it, but I can't bring myself to feel sorry for anybody. It doesn't seem like I was involved anymore. I'm just another body to count. I never made a difference, never did anything special. Apathy, that's the word for it. I don't have to worry, I can sit back and watch the rest of this horror show.

It doesn't matter that I knew these people. It doesn't make a difference that I left everything behind. Because I don't care anymore. Nobody ever cared about JD the freak. I'm just another dead guy.

A/N: The next one will be Kelly Seaver. Enjoy!