thanks so much for the reviews. i just want to clear some things up. you have to understand the difference between finns story and the reality. all your questions will be answer, it's just one of those wait and see stories :) thank you!

be aware that this chapter can get confusing! i've tried my best to indicate what part is apart of finns story and what part is the reality. please be aware when reading! thank you

They had stayed in that classroom for what seemed like forever.

Rachel didn't say much and she stayed sitting under the piano. Finn checked his phone every ten seconds, waiting for replies.

"Have you heard anything yet?" Rachel asked quietly, Finn shook his head and they sat in silence for the next half an hour.

The hallways stayed deserted, and at 1:37 Finn's phone vibrated.

Puck: I'm with Quinn and Artie, we're ok. Hbu?

Finn almost cried in relief. He jumped up from the chair he was sitting on and smiled at Rachel.

"Rach, Quinn and Artie and Puck are ok! Thank God!"

Rachel smiled her biggest, but after a few seconds it faltered.

Finn looked at the girl as she cowered underneath the piano. "Rachel, whats wrong?"

"Nothing." She said, looking at her hands and shaking her head. "You must be so relieved, your girlfriend. She's ok, right?" Rachel smiled at him.

Finn sighed and walked over towards the piano where he sat cross legged on the floor to look at her. She looked like a little kid who had hid under their parents bed during a thunderstorm.

"I'm just as relieved as you are that they're ok Rachel." He said gently, "Quinn, she's great and very pretty." He said, "But she's nothing like you."

Her eyes became so big and round he couldn't help but smile when he stared into them.

"You still mean the world to me Rachel."

Maybe it was the tense atmosphere, or the might-as-well-put-all-the-feelings-on-the-table-considering-you-might-not-get-out-here-alive feeling Finn had, but he meant it. Every word he said.

She threw her arms around him, and he pulled her close and they just sat like that in silence.

A few moments later, Finns phone buzzed again and he untangled himself from her to check it. A lump rose in his throat as he read it.

Mercedes: I'm with Tina, Mike, Santana and Brittany. Everybody's fine here. Where are you? What's happening now?

Before Finn could reply his phone buzzed again and the next message popped up,

Sam: I'm ok, so is Lauren. We're with Mr. Schue in the science lab. The police are in the building. We're meeting up with the rest, they are in the room across from ours.

It was like a wave of relief washed over Finn, the police were coming. They were going to stop this, they were going to get through this.

Finn jumped off the ground. "Rachel, we're safe! Rach, the police are here! We're ok!"

Rachel squealed and jumped up and gave him another hug.

Finn pulled away with a smile on his face, "Rach, we should go meet up with the others! They're in the science lab!"

The science lab was only down the hall. Wasn't too far of a walk and considering they hadn't seen anybody in the hallways for the last three hours, and the fact the police were on top of everything, what was the worst that could happen?

Finn was pulled out of the memory as Mrs. Bokor cleared her throat. "Finn we only have a couple minutes left.."

Finn looked up at her with wide eyes that looked close to tears. "Please can I just finish. It's almost over. I need this out. I need this gone." He chocked, his voice thick with tears.

Mrs. Bokor didn't have anymore clients for the rest of the day. She would let him finish. She would do what she had to to help him in the way he needs to be helped.

Finn tangled his fingers together as he sat on the edge of the seat. His breathing got heavier and he closed his eyes, diving back into the memory.

The empty hall way, Rachel smiling at him, Rachel.

"Finn, it's the science lab right?" Rachel said, walking infront of him and turning around to ask. He remembers exactly what she was wearing that day,

A summer dress.

She was beautiful.

"Yeah, Rach. Be careful."

She tip toed down the hall but for some reason all his fears were gone. He was home safe. They all were.

They made it.

"Rachel!" He called and she spun around gracefully on the heel of her shoe. She was so overwhelmed with relief that it came off as happiness.

"Yes?" He walked up to her.

~ "She smelt like vanilla." Finn scrunched his eyes together, still half lost in the memory and half lost in his own reality. "And Daisies."

Finn took her hand and pulled her close, close enough for her to blush a deep red that reached her cheeks. He ran his fingertips over it.

Before she could say anything, he said it first.

~"I told her I loved her." Finn choked. "I told her that I had always loved her and that would never change."

She smiled her gentlest smile and it warmed his insides. She opened her mouth and he knew what she was going to say. He knew exactly what she had been waiting to say ever since the day they had broken up. She was going to tell him, and he was going to be happy and he was going to hold her close and kiss he and never let her go.

"I-"

~Finn shook with sobs. "He came around the corner, and I never saw him. She was standing between us. He was standing behind her."

Rachel choked on the last two words he had been waiting to hear.

He watched her.

He watched her as her eyes flew open. Confusion, pain, shock, everything flashed across her eyes and he saw every single emotion that did before she choked on her last breath.

Mrs. Bokor had her hand to her mouth, preventing her cries as the 17 year old boy sat infront of her crying his heart out.

~"She fell into me. I don't-I don't think I realized what had happened until I put my hand on her-her back. There was-bl-bl-blood everywhere."

"Rachel!" Finn wailed. "Rachel, Rachel,Rachel."

Jacob Ben Israel stood on the opposite end of the hallway with the gun still pointed in their direction.

Just as Finn was about to go after him the police swarmed in. Teams with bullet proof vests, helmets and guns took down Jacob.

But Finn's only attention was on the dying girl in his arms.

Her eyes were fluttering shut, and he knew that she was using up all of her strength to keep them open.

"Someone help us!" Finn sobbed, loud enough for it to echo endlessly through the hallways. Somewhere at the back of his mind he knew he was screaming, shaking her, begging her to stay with him.

"Rachel please. Please don't do this! I need you! I need you! I love you!"

He rested his head on her forehead as he watched as the rest of her strength was lost and her eyes closed.

~"The police came over to me, they asked me all these-these questions. Whether I was fine-or hurt or anything, and I just-I kept screaming, why were they asking me? She was dead. She-she was hurt. She wasnt ok. Save her. Save her. Not me. They didn't-they didn't-"

"Finn." Mrs. Bokor cut him off, with tears trailed down her cheeks.

He looked up at her for the first time. His face was splotchy and red and his eyes were still full of tears.

"I know you're going to tell me it wasn't my fault. I know you're going to tell me that life goes on and things will get better with time." He sniffed. She looked down at her hands, lacking words to tell the teenage boy. "But what if it doesn't?"

Before he could answer he turned to her and smirked and dark smile. "I still see her you know?" He rubbed his eyes and continued. "It's like she's real."

She was at all loss for words.

"I never went to her funeral. I never saw the casket or those stupid fucking flowers they put all over her grave. I didn't say goodbye to her." He huffed, tears falling down his cheeks. "I see her everywhere. I see her in everything. She haunts me." A few more tears fell down his cheeks. "It's like she's real. She's so real and she talks to me and asks me about my day, but she's just a ghost. I know she's not real but she's there." Finn wailed. There was only a second of silence.

"Why?"

He looked up at Mrs. Bokor, as if he was acknowledging her presence for the first time. As if he remembered just exactly why he was there.

"Why what?"

"Why?" She repeated, wiping her tears with her finger tips. "Why do you think you see her?"

He paused for a second, as though the question had taken him by surprise. Maybe it was never something he really considered. Rachel was so built up in his head and in his heart, he just assumed that she came to him because there would never be a time where he truly got over this. Maybe he was wrong.

"I think," He started, "I think maybe I'm still waiting to hear those three words she never got the chance to say."