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Jigsaw P.O.V

I sigh as I sit up, looking over at Kat I wonder what's going through her head. Does she blame Alex too? Will she gang up against her like Amy and Hoffman? I sigh and reach into my nightstand, taking out a bunch of photos. They're all of Alex; I've decided to give my box to Hoffman. A reminder that his little girl is innocent. I bend over the side and put my hand under the bed… nothing's there. I roll off the bed, reaching further, but I can't feel it. Anger boils up inside me, a huge ball of hate. That box had all my personal things in it… reminders of the people I've lost. Whoever took it will be PUNISHED. I hear jade walking around on the landing, her bracelets jangling around. She wouldn't have taken it. Not Jade-

A scream rips through the air and rings in my ears. Ripping my head open. I've heard screams, painful ones, sad ones and angry ones. But this is a different one all together. It's like somebody's reached into my guts and pulled them out. Kat wakes up, the baby starts screaming, and I hear the others running into the hall. More screams join Jades, Kat runs out too and joins them too. I slowly begin to exit the room. It's like on a record player and someone's putting their finger on it, slowing it down. I walk out into the hall, Hoffman and Jade are on the floor screaming and gagging. Amy and Paul stand at the side, stunned and Harry is throwing up in the kitchen.

Oh.

Their all standing around Alex's door. I push them all aside easily. I stare into her room. At her bed. Into her cold, dead face. The box is turned up, photos and newspapers scattered all over the place, all coated in her blood. Her entire bed painted a deep, stinging red. She's clasping a bottle of weed killer by the look of her eyes she seems to have drank it. That isn't why tears are forming in my eyes. The reason is what's in her other hand. A small, silver, blood-stained knife. My brain numbs. Slowly, I close the door. Shut her away. I walk over to the wall and unhook the phone. Everybody looks up, stunned. I dial 911 and wait, a clear, cheery voice answers.

'911 emergency how can I help you?' I clear my throat

'My granddaughter. She-she's…'

'Sir I can't help you if you don't tell me'

'She's killed herself.'

There's a long pause at the other end, and a lot of mumbling in the background.

'An ambulance is on the way'

'Thank you.'

I put the phone down and look around. They're all staring at me, horrified. Amy is the first to speak.

'We're fugitives Jigsaw! They'll put us away!'

She's bombarded by a wave of dirty looks from everybody. She hangs her head.

I sigh 'do any of us look like we did sixteen years ago? Jade's still declared as Alex Jackson, me as Arthur and Hoffman as Bob. Kat Harry and Paul aren't on the most wanted list. They'll only ask about me. And I can lie.'

They all stare and me. Harry's rocking himself on the floor. Jade rushes into the kitchen and begins to throw up. Hoffman fixes Amy a harsh stare and goes to comfort her. Paul sits down and puts his arm round Harry. I go to the door to wait for the ambulance. I'm not sorry. Amy doesn't have anybody to blame now. Only herself.

The ambulance pulls up. The driver gives me a solemn nod as I let him in. Amy and Kat shrink back as they walk past; Paul hauls Harry into the bathroom to sort him out. Only I Jade and Hoffman stay to watch. I hear them muttering.

'Messy.'

'Looks like the weed killer numbed the pain.'

'Definitely suicide'

The words echo through my head, not making sense. The driver comes out and looks at me.

'Do you want to say goodbye?'

'No.' I say sharply, turning away. It was all a wasted effort. Saving her. We lost too many people. And if Max and Joy had died, and Amy had said nothing, she wouldn't have done it. That just pushed her over the edge. The others stay silent. I walk to the door and watch as they lift her body onto the gurney. Her head sags to the side and blood pours from her mouth. They steady it and pull a large black bag over her. Kat's rocking the baby, shivering violently. Amy and Hoffman are gone; I hear a raging argument coming from their room. Paul and Harry are still in the bathroom. Only I and Jade are standing. Watching. Waiting. They wheel her out of the house and into the ambulance. Then they're speeding away. With my granddaughter. This is the second time that she's been shoved into a car and sped away.

Only this time, she's not coming back.

I walk back in. Amy's shoving her clothes into a suitcase, shaking. Hoffman stands over her. Occasionally picking up one of her clothes in disgust. She looks at me.

'I-I think its best I leave'

'No,' I cut in 'I think its best you all leave'

The others come back in, shaken they stare at me.

'Jigsaw' stammers Jade 'what are you talking about?'

'MY NAME IS JHON KRAMER.' I yell 'And I'm done with this. After the funeral, you all move out.'

'you really gonna' throw out your own kid Jigsaw?' asks Hoffman

My eyes burn a hole in his face.

'It's not mine' I smirk at his shocked face 'it's yours'

I walk out of the room, into mine, and immediately upturn Kat's dresser. Chucking it everywhere. I smile. It feels like I'm chucking them away too….