FINAL CHAPTER!! Kaye, sorry for the late update. Just got back from DC and I wrote a different epilogue, but it sucked. Trust me, this one it MUCH better. Love you! Review!

-L 3(:

As we go on

We remember

All the times we

Spent together

And our lives change

Come whatever

We will still be

Friends forever

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"And that was 'Graduation,' by Vitamin C," announced the overly energetic radio announcer.

"Graduation from what, exactly?" Massie muttered under her breath. She promptly turned the radio off and focused on the road ahead of her.

The last three years had brought her no happiness. The therapists she saw constantly told her what she didn't want to hear:

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"It's not your fault; you have your whole life ahead of you, Massie," said Dr. Phillips.

"What do you know?" Massie had screamed. "Have you ever, in your life, gone to eight funerals? And at each one of them did you have the entire chapel staring at you, ultimately knowing that you were the person who caused their loved one to die?" She remembered laughing.

"Everyone thinks I'm a nutcase. They think that I've been traumatized so badly, that I could just turn the gun on anyone. People are scared of me. They don't look at me in public, because they know too well that I'm the poor girl left with no one to turn to."

Massie had looked up at the ceiling, trying to swallow the tears. "And you know what?" she asked Dr. Phillips. Her voice reduced to a whisper. "They don't fucking know the half of it."

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And that's when Dr. Phillips sent her on a road trip, for "closure." She had sent Massie to California, where Derrick had promised to take her once they graduated. Ha. A lot of good that would do her. She had fucking closure.

One of the many things Chris had left her.

He was right, killing her wouldn't give her as much pain as knowing that she had indirectly killed her best friends, her boyfriend. She had tried to cry. Tried to make some sense of why it had happened to her. But he had it all figured out, to leave her with the constant reminder of what happened three years ago, and the night seven years ago.

The best nights of her life.

Massie sighed and pulled her car over. She looked out across the ocean, the stunning natural beauty overwhelming her.

Santa Barbara was beautiful. She had parked on a bluff, the ocean waves crashing below her. They misted her face, just as Derrick had promised they would.

What she would give to stay here forever.

To stay here forever, she thought.

Massie kept a strong front, they would say. She kept her head on her shoulders.

Massie turned to the road, contemplating her options. As a car drove by, she waved to the passenger. But suddenly she felt giddy. She skipped to her car and looked for a pen. Her hand shaking, she scribbled her last words on the windshield of her car with a thick, black sharpie.

She skipped towards the bluff, her feet teetering on the edge. Massie turned around and closed her eyes.

She giggled hysterically the whole way down.

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Dear Chris-

You've made me conscious.

-M

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Don't get the suicide note? It's for your interpretation. (:

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