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A/N: Well, those of you who read all of my stories will notice that Next to Nothing's final chapter has been posted. As well as the first chapter of the sequel to Drop to Zero, entitled Someday. Other than that, not a whole lot of new info, other than the fact that I finally got my permit on Monday, which means I can start learning to drive and all of those other wonderful things..Yeah...Anyways, heeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss the next chapter!!
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//Say hello to the night,
Lost in the shadows,
Say hello to the night,
Lost in the loneliness//
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Chris looked at the TV screen with mixed anticipation and fear. He watched as Shawn and Hunter offered him drink after drink. After a while, women showed up, not to mention another guy, who looked like he was packing some serious drugs. Chris peered at the screen. He never remembered any of this happening before. But he definitely recognized some of the people that were there. The woman who was sitting next to him....was Victoria, the girl in the mental institution with him. He was seeing things with more clarity than ever before.
The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together.
He watched as the "tape" fast-forwarded through the rest of the party, and began to play again when Chris was climbing into his car. He was watching in fascinated horror as he climbed into the car. The tape swapped views, and he was now watching Stephanie. Molly was talking to her.
"You know, Chris has been cheating on you." Molly said bluntly. Stephanie looked up at her.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Chris. He's cheating on you. Probably as we speak." Molly said to her.
"Not Chris, he would never do anything like that to me." Stephanie told her, dismissing the whole thing with a wave of her hand.
"He would.....and he is." Molly said. Stephanie didn't want to believe her, but she sounded so sincere. Stephanie got up and grabbed her keys.
"I'm going to prove that you're wrong. I'll go over to Shawn's and you'll see that he's not doing anything that would jeopardize our relationship." Stephanie said, then walked out the door. Molly let an evil smirk come across her face once she left.
"That'll teach Chris to screw with me." Molly thought. Chris stared at the screen.
"Payback, it was all about payback for those damn pictures we posted." Chris thought. He vaguely remembered yelling at Molly for something like this. The view changed to a split-screen. Chris was driving along the long road back to his house already. Stephanie was leaving the house to go to Shawn's. Chris knew what was going to happen. He felt his heart wrench with the thought of what he had done. The tape sped up to where the wreck actually happened. He was driving on the wrong side; she swerved to miss him and ran off the shoulder, straight to the bottom of the valley next to it. The tape seemed to skip and showed it over and over. Chris stumbled out of the chair and put his hand on the television screen.
"It's not real. That didn't happen...didn't happen." He said to himself, trying to understand why this was being shown to him. Trying to figure out why he was the one who had ultimately screwed up his life. Why he had caused his wife's death, and not some drunk stranger. He began to cry and rock back and forth. Suddenly, he was in his bedroom again, holding the syringe in his hand, the dose of heroin wearing off. He was still crying. He knew what righting his wrongs was going to take. He just wasn't sure he had the fortitude or the balls to pull it off.
He was going to have to commit suicide.
His crying messed up his vision, and he stumbled everywhere. His heart was breaking in two all over again. Images of he and Stephanie were playing in his head. Their life together. He grabbed the rope that was in the closet, that he didn't even realize had been there. The noose was already made. Chris let the tears keep falling. He couldn't let himself live-not after what he had done. He stumbled out into the hallway, and tied the opposite end of the rope around the banister of his two-story house. He put the other end around his neck and tightened it. He felt like throwing up, he was sobbing so hard. He wanted the pain to end. He wanted to be with Stephanie again. He stood up on the banister and looked down. The doorbell to the front door sounded through the house, but Chris didn't hear it. He closed his eyes and jumped.
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Chris opened his eyes and shot up out of Victoria's lap. He began coughing and grabbing at his neck. When his brain was satisfied that he wasn't dead, and that he didn't have a rope around his neck, he fell back into the corner. He'd killed her...He'd killed Stephanie...But he was confused at the same time.
Was he dead?
Had he succeeded in killing himself?
How had he gotten here?
There was no time to even think about an answer to those questions, the door to the silent room was thrown open, and men with bullet proof vests and huge shield ran in. Chris read the letters FBI before blacking out again. His final thought before blacking out was about how he thought those letters seemed so familiar.
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I know it's a little short, and still confusing, but please review if you liked it, (or hated it). And be sure to check out Someday and the final chapter of Next to Nothing.
Peace JB
A/N: Well, those of you who read all of my stories will notice that Next to Nothing's final chapter has been posted. As well as the first chapter of the sequel to Drop to Zero, entitled Someday. Other than that, not a whole lot of new info, other than the fact that I finally got my permit on Monday, which means I can start learning to drive and all of those other wonderful things..Yeah...Anyways, heeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss the next chapter!!
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//Say hello to the night,
Lost in the shadows,
Say hello to the night,
Lost in the loneliness//
*
Chris looked at the TV screen with mixed anticipation and fear. He watched as Shawn and Hunter offered him drink after drink. After a while, women showed up, not to mention another guy, who looked like he was packing some serious drugs. Chris peered at the screen. He never remembered any of this happening before. But he definitely recognized some of the people that were there. The woman who was sitting next to him....was Victoria, the girl in the mental institution with him. He was seeing things with more clarity than ever before.
The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together.
He watched as the "tape" fast-forwarded through the rest of the party, and began to play again when Chris was climbing into his car. He was watching in fascinated horror as he climbed into the car. The tape swapped views, and he was now watching Stephanie. Molly was talking to her.
"You know, Chris has been cheating on you." Molly said bluntly. Stephanie looked up at her.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Chris. He's cheating on you. Probably as we speak." Molly said to her.
"Not Chris, he would never do anything like that to me." Stephanie told her, dismissing the whole thing with a wave of her hand.
"He would.....and he is." Molly said. Stephanie didn't want to believe her, but she sounded so sincere. Stephanie got up and grabbed her keys.
"I'm going to prove that you're wrong. I'll go over to Shawn's and you'll see that he's not doing anything that would jeopardize our relationship." Stephanie said, then walked out the door. Molly let an evil smirk come across her face once she left.
"That'll teach Chris to screw with me." Molly thought. Chris stared at the screen.
"Payback, it was all about payback for those damn pictures we posted." Chris thought. He vaguely remembered yelling at Molly for something like this. The view changed to a split-screen. Chris was driving along the long road back to his house already. Stephanie was leaving the house to go to Shawn's. Chris knew what was going to happen. He felt his heart wrench with the thought of what he had done. The tape sped up to where the wreck actually happened. He was driving on the wrong side; she swerved to miss him and ran off the shoulder, straight to the bottom of the valley next to it. The tape seemed to skip and showed it over and over. Chris stumbled out of the chair and put his hand on the television screen.
"It's not real. That didn't happen...didn't happen." He said to himself, trying to understand why this was being shown to him. Trying to figure out why he was the one who had ultimately screwed up his life. Why he had caused his wife's death, and not some drunk stranger. He began to cry and rock back and forth. Suddenly, he was in his bedroom again, holding the syringe in his hand, the dose of heroin wearing off. He was still crying. He knew what righting his wrongs was going to take. He just wasn't sure he had the fortitude or the balls to pull it off.
He was going to have to commit suicide.
His crying messed up his vision, and he stumbled everywhere. His heart was breaking in two all over again. Images of he and Stephanie were playing in his head. Their life together. He grabbed the rope that was in the closet, that he didn't even realize had been there. The noose was already made. Chris let the tears keep falling. He couldn't let himself live-not after what he had done. He stumbled out into the hallway, and tied the opposite end of the rope around the banister of his two-story house. He put the other end around his neck and tightened it. He felt like throwing up, he was sobbing so hard. He wanted the pain to end. He wanted to be with Stephanie again. He stood up on the banister and looked down. The doorbell to the front door sounded through the house, but Chris didn't hear it. He closed his eyes and jumped.
*
Chris opened his eyes and shot up out of Victoria's lap. He began coughing and grabbing at his neck. When his brain was satisfied that he wasn't dead, and that he didn't have a rope around his neck, he fell back into the corner. He'd killed her...He'd killed Stephanie...But he was confused at the same time.
Was he dead?
Had he succeeded in killing himself?
How had he gotten here?
There was no time to even think about an answer to those questions, the door to the silent room was thrown open, and men with bullet proof vests and huge shield ran in. Chris read the letters FBI before blacking out again. His final thought before blacking out was about how he thought those letters seemed so familiar.
**
I know it's a little short, and still confusing, but please review if you liked it, (or hated it). And be sure to check out Someday and the final chapter of Next to Nothing.
Peace JB
