Ugh, this writer's block is killing me. But I've been dying to update something and luckily, I was somehow able to finish this, but it's pretty short. Dx I phail at life. LOL.

Anyway, as much as it may seem at the end, it isn't well, technically 'the end'. There's alot of stuff still left 'open', so hopefully I'll be able to get to those in the next few chapters (which yes, will actually happen, and yes, I actually have a few ideas for, YESSS!).

Hope you guys enjoy!

Go, go on and write me love songs
So I have something to sing when your gone

- Anyway the Wind Blows, Sara Bareilles.

Death had always been a touchy subject for Lindsey. I mean, how could someone exist perfectly in the world one day, and just disappear all together the next?

It was the one thing she didn't get, out of all the things she'd grew to understand. At 25, her dreams had drastically changed from winning Top Model, from earning her master's degree in law and physics. Some things just happen, she shrugged and told anyone who'd ask, as she suddenly found an interest in politics.

Like the night she'd gotten the letter. Lindsey had clutched onto every word, feeling a lump in her throat as she'd come across the words:

On the night of July 3rd, our good friend, Trent, got himself into a severe car crash…sadly…broken glass…shattered….Gwen…and passed away….

She froze, feeling an unfamiliar darkness overwhelm her. She'd liked Trent, who was always nice to her, unlike some other fellow campers, back on the island. How was it that one day he was perfectly alive, and the next he was, well, not?

Lindsey sighed, slipped into her covers, and woke up the next morning packing her things and getting ready for the nearest flight to New Brunswick.

The first person she saw, walking with his scarf draped all around the bottom portion of his face, was Noah, coming through the opposite way for the same reason. She recognized him right away.

"Noah!" She called out, sticking her hand in the air, her blonde hair moving with the wind, "Over here!"

He flinched, and slowly threw his head back in a too-familiar smirk. "Well, nice to see you haven't changed a bit."

Lindsey crossed her arms, "Funny. Actually, I have, more than you'll ever know."

"And Tyler? I thought you would've came with that obsessive little-"

She lowered her voice, avoiding contact as she told him, "I haven't seen him in years, Noah."

Tension came between them, and they went quiet as they continued down the path, trudging through the early sights of snow. The streets were bare or seemed that way, with only the occasional extra person passing by or a few birds, just heading south.

Noah was first to speak, after that long silence, clearing his throat and starting with, "So-"

The blonde raised an eyebrow.

"He's really gone, is he?"

Lindsey froze and fixed her eyes towards the sky, realizing he meant Trent. "I'd rather not talk about that."

"I'm sorry."

Suddenly, came the first surprise of night as two more familiar faces-a man and woman's, holding yet another familiar face-a seemingly unconscious woman's-pushed before them and rushed up to the next building over, letting themselves in.

Huh, this must be the place then.

The second surprise, despite the extreme unawareness of the last, caught them further off guard. As a long stretch limousine parked right behind the couple's beaten down vehicle, a man named Ezekiel Paxton stepped out.

Jaws dropped.

--

When Heather and Cody barged right in carrying Gwen's limp body, the exact same thing happened-only this time, the people also dropped plates, turned heads, and anyway, there were more people around to just, well, stare.

Omigod, we're being robbed!

Then, wait, is that…Cody…and Heather?

No, they're not dating, are they?

Eventually, all those irrelevant thoughts were put away as every eye in the room recognized the person held tightly in Cody's arms.

"Tell me where I put her," Cody insisted, staring across the room at Bridgette, who had Geoff's arm strung across her shoulders, with a glint in his eye that seemed to explain everything.

Bridgette, dazed, as if every small thing that had happened were a drug, and pointed a finger at the couch to the nearest wall.

She couldn't say a word.

--

Gwen opened her eyes, later that evening, to see nineteen different faces.

She blinked twice, watching each of the faces change into something closer to relief. What now? Her heart raced for a moment, feeling claustrophobic in the small space they'd left for her. Everyone took a step back. That's better.

Slowly, she sunk further into the burgundy cushion, scanning the room, trying to figure out her surroundings, glancing at every face, absorbing every detail there in front of her. She couldn't name them all, Gwen realized, squirming in her place.

Yet, she knew them. And she didn't have the slightest of a clue how.

"Gwen!" One of the more familiar faces, pushed slightly through the crowd, and took her into an embrace. "Oh, girl, what were you thinking?"

Lewshana. Her throat felt dry. "I'm sorry."

The people were puzzled, and upon that Gwen recognized a few others-Lindsey, to the left of her was Noah, Courtney standing quietly near the back, Justin in his usual glory….she paused. Even Heather was present; had hell frozen over while she wasn't paying attention?

She pulled back, feeling unwanted tears starting to well up. "I'm sorry, okay? But…I've got to-"

"No." The large female grasped her shoulders, and stared her straight in the eye. "Who knows what you're gonna do now? You've been tryin' to get rid of yourself for weeks! And this time, we are not goin' to allow that."

Gwen drew a deep breath, fighting back the waterworks she knew she couldn't. "None of you understand! How much it hurts, how much this is killing me. Why can't you see that? All of you? Why are you even here? I bet none of you really freakin' care!"

"I don't think none of us would bother comin' from thousandsa miles, if we didn't care," Lewshana spat every word out, taking careful glances at her reaction.

She didn't exactly know how to react. Gwen silently weeped, then counted each and every face in front of her. For some reason, it was comforting, knowing they were still there.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

And save myself before I,
(Save myself before I drown, save myself before I drown, save myself before I drown)

- Drown, Three Days Grace

R&R. I want to know how I did. (: