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Normal POV

The car ride home from the police station was quiet for a while. Eric leaned his head against the window staring out into the street. He knew what he had to do now, but it did not make it any easier. His mother had to know what happened, Eric had to tell her, before she found out another way. Eric looked at his mom and opened his mouth, but nothing came out; he had no clue how to tell her, what to say. Shaking his head a little, Eric looked down at his hands, but then his mother spoke.

"They seemed especially interested in talking to you."

Eric mumbled, "Yeah."

Eric's mother took a deep breath, "Did you…were you…what exactly happened to that Abby girl?" She glanced at her son for a moment then set her eyes back on the road. When Eric did not answer, tears welled up in her eyes. "Eric?"

Holding back his own tears, Eric continued to stare at his hands, the hands that killed Kevin and buried Abby. "She tried saving me…she shouldn't have even been there."

The realization that her son went through hell on the island was sinking in, "That man." She pieced together what must have happened. "You?" That was all she could get out, her brain would not form the words kill when thinking of her only son.

Eric could not hold back his tears any longer, the sob indicated told his mom that he killed someone in cold blood. "I was too late, she's dead, I'm here, and it's all my fault." Eric was crying really hard now.

His mother covered her mouth with one hand and sobbed into it. She did not know what to tell him. This did not come in the mother's handbook. What do you tell your son when he goes through something like that? She knew she was not the best mother in the world, but right now she felt like she was the worst because she could not comfort her son. Eric's pain was beyond her help. The rest of the drive continued with only the sound of crying. When they pulled into the driveway Eric's mother tried to find words. She wanted to tell him he could talk to her, but the truth was she did not want to know. Whatever happened on that island needed stay there, the details would be too much for her to handle.

The words she did find were not the most motherly, but it was all she could say, "I'll find you someone to talk to." Without looking at Eric she got out of the car and made her way into the house drying her tears.

Eric sat in the car for a few minutes; he was surprised at himself for expecting any more from his mother. Why would she be any different? He should have known she would get him a therapist from the moment he stepped off the boat. He killed someone and now his own mother would hate him for it. She will always look at him differently. When he got out of the car Eric went straight to his room and dived into his bed. He was tired and did not care about the visits Abby was sure to bring him.

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The nightmares were getting worse. Eric felt like he was back on the island, he could feel the heat and humidity, even the sand. The ocean could be heard from a distance and the tropical birds were chirping. To anyone else this dream may have felt like paradise and to Eric it almost did for a moment. Everything was dark however, just like the cave, and soon a hand found its way around Eric's throat.

He opened his eyes to see Abby above him, choking him with both hands. They were in his room. Abby was slightly decaying, but her eyes were wide staring straight into Eric's. Rage flooded over her face and Eric could not breathe. It felt like that moment in the cave, when Kevin tried to kill him. Eric reached around for something to use to get her off him. He stretched out his hand until he felt something, a rock right there on his nightstand, a rock just like before. Feeling like he was about to die Eric swung the rock as hard as he could at Abby; the hit collided with her head and she fell. Eric took in a deep breath and dropped the rock in his hand. He stared with wide eyes at Abby who lay bleeding on his bed.

"Abby?" Eric could only manage a whimper. What did he do? He put his hand on her shoulder, this was not right she was already dead.

"Why'd you kill me Eric?" Her eyes were staring at him. She did not move or say anything else, all she did was stare.

"I-I had to." Eric could not move or say anything else. He had to look into Abby's dead eyes.

Eric heard a faint noise and then Abby began to fade away. Light peeked into Eric's eyes and he realized he had just woken up. It was another very realistic dream. The noise was louder now, Eric shook his head and found the source; his phone was ringing. He grabbed it and answered.

"Hello?" Eric tried not to sound out of breath or shaky. He looked around his room registering the early morning light; he must have slept all the way until the next morning.

"Eric? It's Jackson; Mel gave me your number."

A little confused Eric responded, "Jackson? Hey, uh what's up?"

"How are you?"

Eric wanted to tell Jackson right there about the dreams, but for some reason he could not form the words. "Fine."

Jackson paused for a moment, "Listen Eric, Abby's funeral is tomorrow. Her parents wanted to have one; we're all going so I thought you should know."

Eric was silent; he did not know what to say. How could he go? If he did he would have to face Abby's entire family. And worse of all they would have to face the guy that practically killed their daughter.

"I think Abby would want you to come Eric, think about." After giving Eric the details, Jackson hung up the phone. Eric could barely say bye, he had a huge decision to make now and he had no clue what he was going to do.

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AN: So this story is definitely going to be a little longer than I thought, but that is okay I think. Thanks so much everyone for reading!