Disclaimer: I don't own saw.

We wait.

We wait.

And wait.

I watch the walls crumble and fall, and wait some more.

but nobody comes out.

I walk over to the mess of bricks and stones, moving them out of the way just praying I can find something. Anything. I pull out a photo. The one from the beach. I throw it back into the rubble. All over the wreckage, photos of me stare up. All smiling stupidly. I look down. And my throat aches. A hand sticks out of the mess. It could be anybody's, Amanda's…Max's. But as I turn it over I can see. In the hand lies a hearing aid. Joy.

I don't know why, I don't know what good it'll do, but I begin to pull, and carry on until she's completely out.

Oh god.

Her body's crushed, her mouth open, tears still sitting on her dusty cheeks, her eyes open but not seeing. I try desperately not to think of her as dead.

she's prettier than I remember, her dead blue eyes staring into mine. I close them. She's gone. I wish I'd treated her better…I don't even know her last name.

For a moment, I forget what's happening. I'm just sitting here, in my own little bubble, taking it all in. warm, the pain subsiding. I look around, watching everybody crying, screaming…at me. But none of their words make sense, I almost smile. I think about going home, eating dinner, going to bed and cuddling up to Max-

The feeling begins to stop, though I don't know why. the cold creeping back around me, the dead weight resting on my arms, the voices coming clearer, and the pain cracking through my chest.

Amy and Hoffman's screams fill the air. Paul and Jigsaw try to pull them towards the car, all too aware of the approaching sirens. I stare at them, watching the tears stream down their faces. Their screaming stops. I look around. My eyes stop at Paul. He's shaking uncontrollably, tears staining his face. Then, as the feeling in me comes back completely, I remember why.

Max's dead

My scream echoes through the night, deafening and endless. Hands drag me towards the car. I kick at them. I can't leave him, I WONT. The car door opens and I'm shoved in next to Harry. I stare up into his eyes until they blur with the tears. He wraps his arm around me and I bury my head into him. As the car speeds off Hoffman and Amy's cries turn to silent sobs. In away, even more painful. Jade wraps her arms round Paul, calming him. Kat rocks her newborn baby boy in her arms, but her sobs are obvious. Jigsaw just Keeps driving, not taking anything in. he puts the heater on. But the cold continues to rip at me.

Nobody moves as we pull up to the house. We all just sit there, not daring to move as if, if we don't everything will just stop. But it doesn't. Jigsaw and Kat get out and open the front door, leaving it open for us. Next it's Paul and Jade. Then Harry and me. Amy glares at me as we walk towards the house. I turn away but I can feel her gaze on my back.

The house's dark, nobody's dared to put on a light. Eventually Hoffman and Amy join us and flicks the switch. Hoffman and Paul are trying to stifle their bloody noses, Amy and jigsaw nursing flesh wounds, and Kat Jade and Harry all have severe burns. I'm the only one who got out unscathed. And that hurts most of all. Jigsaw hands out coffee, but none of us drink it. We just sit there, stunned. Kat puts the Baby to bed. Soon after, Kat, Jade and Paul follow. Harry rolls out a bed on Jigsaw's floor and turns in too. Me, Hoffman Amy and Jigsaw are left.

'I…I'm sorry about-' I stammer

'You should be' interrupts Amy 'it's your fault' Jigsaw's head snaps up

'That isn't true Amy'

'It is' she breathes 'you brought him here.'

'Who' I ask

'You gave him the chance.'

'Who?'

'And he's responsible for it!'

'WHO?' I yell

'MAX!' she screams back 'its his fault she died!'

'HE TRIED TO SAVE HER!'

'How do we know that? He's Amanda's daughter. HE COULDHAVE DONE ANYTHING. Any you brought him here'

It stings deep.

The thought of it…

I look at Hoffman, desperate to see some love in his eyes. He won't meet my gaze. Shaking uncontrollably, I stand up.

'You weren't the only one who lost her. I lost a sister today'

I run to my room and bury my head in the pillows, trying to block it all out. trying…..

To…

Stop…

….

…

..

I wake up in a sweat. My throat's dry and scratchy.

Absent mindedly I reach to my night-stand and grab a bottle. I assume it's water but after gagging and spitting it out I realise it's weed killer. Kat's watered them all down in case the baby gets hold of one. It tastes vile but I keep drinking it until the bottle runs dry. I don't know why. I listen hard. All's silent outside, the other's must be in bed. I get up and walk out into the living room. It's deserted. The stone cold coffee still lying on the table. I walk over to jigsaw's door and open it. Everyone's asleep. Even the baby. I look on the floor and watch Harry, snoring quietly, his hand reaching under the bed. Gently, I bend down to move it away. Only to hear a light thunk. I look under the bed to see a hard wooden box with a silver lock. I ease it out, making sure not to rattle it.

The lock seems pretty unbreakable, but I still try. No luck. I gently rest it on the table and search for a key. Eventually, I find it hidden in the light-shade, still warm from the heat of the bulb.

I tiptoe back to my room and place the box on the bed and unlock it.

I turn it upside down, and a whole array of things tumble out. photos, newspapers….I see a glint of silver, and watch as a small sterling blade hits the bedspread. I lift it up to inspect it. It looks like it was once part of a larger blade, but broken. Also the dried blood shows it's been used.

I clasp it hard in my hand, as I do a long trickle of blood leaks from my fist. But no pain.

I glide it across my palm again.

No pain, just blood.

I glide it across more and more, no pain at all.

A pool of blood begins to form around me, absorbing by bed, my floor, my whole body.

I lie back on the bed and laugh

But as the room starts to get darker…..I realise what I've done….

But it's too late.

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