(Thanks to zackt2010, Lance-Dusk, A Mosaic Masterpiece, jamesss and Angie2282 for the reviews! I've actually written quite far ahead, and while the chapters alternate wildly in length I have to say I'm please with what I've written so far. Anyway, let's read on!

Michelle was sitting in her car, hands gripping the steering wheel. She knew that she shouldn't drive, she knew it but... who cared, anyway? She had a license. Doesn't help when you're drunk.
Ignoring her inner voice, Michelle started the car which allowed a small rumble to fill the area. Going to accelerate, Michelle found her foot wouldn't follow through.

"This is... a stupid thing to do..." Michelle groaned, turning off the engine and leaning back in her chair. "What would mum and dad think of you now, huh?"

Sighing, Michelle climbed out of her car before a great bout of depression suddenly hit her like a fist. Bending over, Michelle fell to her knees and was shocked to find tears flowing down her face.

"Shit..." Michelle muttered, biting her bottom lip. It seemed all the misery she had tried to ignore by drinking was coming to her in one severe attack. Her hands shook, sweat covered her skin and her teeth chattered. Cold. Lonely. A lone gazelle in a world of lions. "Mum... dad..." Michelle clenched her fists as she remembered that deadly day.

He came in with the gun, demanded money. They didn't agree and he went mental. The robber shot everyone in sight. Michelle could remember clearly her father on his back and her mother on her side. Her mother's eyes stared deep into her mind.

More than ever, it was the sound of the bullets. The echoed in her head, a constant attack on her psyche.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Michelle looked up through teary eyes at a scruffy looking man. "Does it look like I'm okay?"

"I'm Tom." Tom said as he leant down and grabbed Michelle's arm. She didn't resist, just let Tom drag her up. Her grabbed her around the waist and started walking towards the bar. "Did you survive that accident at Greythorn by any chance? I think I recognise you."

"For what good it did me." Michelle sniffed. "I should be up there with my parents, not drinking my life away. I just want to die."

"Come on, don't say that. Look, I have a friend who'll definitely make you feel better." Tom let off a small smile as he pushed through the bar doors.

The barkeeper looked up and saw Tom bringing in Michelle. Shrugging to himself he went back to cleaning glasses.

Tom carefully placed Michelle by one of the tables lining the walls and she fell to a slump, her head resting in her arms.

"What's your name?" Tom asked, sitting opposite Michelle.

"M-Michelle... Johnson."

"Nice to meet you."

"Why did you help me? I was happy enough to wallow in my misery." Michelle looked up from her arms and stared into Tom's eyes with her own wet ones.

"I resorted to wallowing in my own misery myself. Didn't do me any good. You feel like you haven't got a purpose, right? The people you love are dead. Friends abandoned you because emotions got in the way."

"Sounds like you got hands-on experience."

"I do, that's why." Tom replied with a sad smile. "Losing the person you were engaged to. Later learning that she saved you and sacrificed herself. It's a hard thing. A very hard thing. Yet... after finding out that she saved me, I felt like I did have reason. She wanted me to live. What about you Michelle? What happened to you?"

Michelle bit her lip, but shrugged inwardly. The man seemed trustworthy. "They were killed in a mass shooting during a failed bank robbery. So many people were shot down like animals... my mum and dad... it was all mum could do to push me aw..." Michelle trailed off, her eyes looking past Tom in realization.

"She pushed you away from harm, didn't she?" Tom said lowly. "You see, this is what I'm talking about. Your mother wanted you to survive. How would she feel knowing you're drinking yourself to death?"

"Betrayed." Michelle instantly muttered.

"Yeah. Betrayed. That's how Rose would feel about me right now. I'm doing my best to correct it though." Tom took a breath, before lightly grabbing Michelle's hand. "Do you recognise the name Gervais Jean?"

"That boy who saw us all di?e. The boy who saved me." Michelle said. "Got me out of the car. I would've died."

"What if I told you that the person I loved had a similar premonition... vision as Gervais did. She saw me die as well as others... all of them are dead but me."

"Wh-what are you saying?" Michelle whispered. She was leaning close to Tom now, both of them being quiet. The barkeeper looked intrigued but kept his nose out of it.

In a hushed conversation, Tom explained about Death and the List. How the order worked out and more specifically how Michelle was next.

After he finished, there was silence broken only by the soft sound of the cloth against glass.

"For some reason... that makes complete sense." Michelle let off a dry laugh.

"It does?" Thomas looked confused. "You believe it straight away?"

"Better to be safe than sorry my mum always said." Michelle said with a soft smile. "I've been such a bitch lately."

"By the way, my friend, called William, will be here in 15 minutes or so. He's currently dealing with Gervais. Explaining in detail what I explained to you." Tom reported as Michelle reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

"What are you doing?" Tom questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm deleting my mum and dad's number. I-I always kept their numbers on my phone... likely because I was never going to forgive myself for their deaths. You've made me see reason. I shouldn't hang onto their deaths like that. I'll mourn, I'll be sad, but I won't dwell on it anymore. I won't drink anymore either." Michelle smiled and looked up at Tom. "Thanks... thanks a lot." Michelle put her hands on the table and pushed upwards. "I really need sleep. I'm gonna get a hell of a –"

Michelle was cut off as the table suddenly collapsed under her. She fell forwards but Tom quickly caught her.

"You okay?" Tom asked with concern.

"F-Fine. Just drunk is all... still" Michelle turned to the barkeeper. "Uh... sorry about the table!"

The barkeeper just shook his head with a look of annoyance before a sudden clunk was heard, followed by a whirring sound. All three people in the bar looked up to see the ceiling fan had turned on.

"What the...?" The barkeeper said, walking over to the controls and pressing the button to no avail. "Damn malfunction." The barkeeper glanced to Michelle and Tom, before going into the back room in an attempt to fix it from its source.

Tom looked up at the fan, before looking to Michelle. "Oh, before I forget, do you recognise any of these names?" Tom handed the list Gervais wrote to Michelle.

Michelle scanned it. "No. Although the mass funeral is tomorrow. I'm sure they'll be there."

"Oh? Really, that's great." Tom smiled as Michelle took a step forward and promptly tripped hard on the bottle cap that was by the door. Tom's attention was draw to catching Michelle and both missed the bottle cap shooting upwards and disappearing into the fan, making a faint rattling noise.

Once again Tom had managed to grab Michelle, and she thankfully patted his shoulder.

"Thanks. It goes without saying I am fuckin' pissed." Michelle reached to the bar and grabbed the bottle she'd been drinking from before. "This is my last drink! I hereby raise this bottle to my new life!" Michelle raised the bottle straight as a small ping was heard. For a moment Michelle could have swore that a tall thin man with some sort of skull-capped cane was standing in the corner before the bottle cap shot out of the fan fast and smashed straight into the bottle. The bottle practically exploded in Michelle's hand, sending glass flying into the majority of her face and neck. One long piece punctured her eyeball. Letting out a scream Michelle instinctively clamped her hand on the glass in her eye.

She didn't realise how long it was though and actually forced the glass further into her head. Michelle suddenly started convulsing as the glass hit her brain. Stumbling towards a shocked Tom she grabbed his collar, the blood running down her eyes looking like tears before she slumped downwards at Tom's feet, letting off a last twitch.

Tom watched for a full two seconds, before realization hit him. He quickly kneeled down and tested for a pulse. There was none. Michelle was dead, the look of surprise etched deep into her face.