Rae

As she looked at the rifle in her hand she wondered if she could really kill herself. Would it hurt? How much would she bleed? She could already imagine the metal bullet tearing its path of destruction through her body.

It had only been two days since her mother and sister had been murdered and Richard had killed himself, yet it had felt like a lifetime.

Now that her house was a crime scene she had had no choice but to move somewhere else. As most of her other family members were dead or lived in America, she was forced to move in with an older cousin who she barely knew.

Several times the police came round but she refused to talk to them, not wanting to have to remember everything that had happened. Instead she did her best to block out the rest of the world by shutting herself in her room. She would refuse to eat, thinking that maybe she could starve herself to death. However when looking around the house when her cousin was out she had come across a rifle in her bedroom closet. There weren't any bullets in it but it hadn't taken her long to find them.

Now she sat in her bedroom, with the gun in her hands, wondering if she really had the guts to kill herself.

It was easy to sit down and say that you were going to kill yourself, but it was so much harder to physically grab a gun and press it against your temples, waiting for the courage to pull the trigger.

Several times she had pressed the gun against her head, only to drop the gun back onto the bed as if it was made of fire. It was so much harder then she thought it would be.

After half an hour of trying to pull the trigger, she was a mess. Tears ran down her face and she couldn't stop shaking.

"For fuck sake Rae," she muttered to herself. "Pull yourself together."

Once again she lifted up the gun but instead of pressing it against her head; she opened up her mouth and placed the butt of the gun inside. Maybe it would be easier. The metal of the gun tasted foreign in her mouth and a sudden wave of nausea ran through her.

She threw the gun to the floor and ran to the bathroom, only just making it in time, before throwing up. After she was sick she felt slightly better but she was still shaking.

"I can't do it," she sobbed, covering her face with her hands. Suddenly a flashback of that dreadful night came back to her.

"It's okay. Go ahead, shoot me," he'd said.

"I can't," she'd sobbed back at him, her hands shaking from fear.

He'd walked towards her but she hadn't lowered the gun. He'd stood in front of her so that the gun was aimed at his chest. "Do it. Please. I can't live without you anyway."

"But I think I love you."

She sobbed even harder as she remembered everything that she had lost in the past year. Her father, Sarah, Rachel, her mother, her little sister and Richard, all dead. It was no wonder that she wanted to kill herself. She had no one else left in the world.

"Fuck!" she screamed, over and over, until she had no strength left and could no longer speak.

"Rae," a voice said from in front of her.

She opened her eyes and blinked the tears away from her eyes so that she could see who it was. "Jess," she whispered hoarsely.

"Oh sweetie," Jess said, tears falling down her face and making her black, eye make up run. She walked towards Rae and wrapped her arms around her. "It's okay."

"No. It's not," Rae sobbed. "They're all dead."

Jess pulled her away so that she could look her deep in the eyes. "I know, but we can't bring them back. We have to live with what we've got and right now, all we have is each other, okay?"

"Oh, Jess," she sighed, wrapping her arms tightly around her friend.

After a while Jess pulled away and looked at Rae. "Were you going to kill yourself?" she asked hesitantly.

Rae nodded ashamedly. "I thought I had no one left. I didn't think there was much point carrying."

"You'll always have someone, Rae. At the moment you have me, but you'll grow older and meet new people and they'll love you, just as much as your mother, sister and friends did. And don't forget that they're all watching you, and always will be."

Rae had no words for Jess so instead she hugged her, pouring all of her emotions into that one hug.

At that point Rae knew that the words Jess spoke were true. She was not alone. She would always have someone there who would love and look after her, no matter what. Deep in her heart she knew that her friends, family and Richard were watching her, making sure that she was protected. For the first time in several years she felt safe and protected from harm, and for that one moment she actually felt happy. And anyway, surely things could only get better?

I can't believe it's all over :') I hope you like the final chapter.

Thanks for everyone for reviewing and supporting me through the writing of this story. If it wasn't for you guys then I'd never have been able to finish this story. (Soppy much? Haha, but it's true.) I love you, I love you, I love you!

Just to inform you as well, that I have another (short) prom night story up at the moment called 'Till death do us part.'

I'm also writing a story called 'Taken' which is a transporter fanfic, so if you like transporter then please take a look and review, as otherwise I might just give up with that story :)

Also, after watching 'When a stranger calls' (2006 version) again last night, I've decided to write one about the film. It's called "When A Stranger Returns" and is set after "When A Stranger Calls." If you like the film then please take a look at my fanfic.

Anyway, once again thanks for reading my story! I love you all! :)

EDIT: I've added a poll to my profile, asking which cross-over fanfic people would be interested in me writing, so check it out. It depends on how much response I get on the polls, as to whether I will end up writing one. There's a couple of prom night cross-overs I was thinking of doing which is why I have posted this here.