A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read this all the way through. Please leave me a comment. It would be much appreciated, especially since this is one of the first stories I've taken all the way to the finish. Yay for me!

From the Eyes of A Skag

Epilogue

By Preppygirl

I never went back to Castle Rock. I stayed right here in Los Angeles, finished up my junior and senior years, went to college. I've called Adam twice since I left. I've sent back every penny I took from him, and more. He's got my address, and a private phone number.

I took up acting. It's served me well. I think it was a bit of destiny, me becoming an actress. You don't survive with a gang that ruled the town like the Cobras and not learn to make your face show exactly what you don't mean. And it's more than just your face. You have to make your eyes show the same. Otherwise, the rest of the group will notice it- and chew you up and spit you out. My name is fairly well-known in Hollywood. No, not Claire LeBeau. Marion Vans. I'm pretty, talented, and the people love me. (I'm modest, too!) So I get hired constantly. I'm in the news, what with my movies, and the fact I just got engaged to my agent. Jeff's a wonderful man and I love him.

Jeff knows only a little about my early life. That I was in a gang, that I ran away from the small-town life, that I still have a brother or two back home, that's most of what he knows. Maybe you're asking why, why I'm bringing up stuff from this bittersweet time of my life, why I'm putting this into the hands of the public. I have three reasons. Alright, one and a half reasons, and one and a half incidents.

1. I love Jeff. He's the love of my life. True love- it's unexplainable. If you've found your true love, you know no words can truly describe it. If you haven't, all the descriptions seem overdone and exaggerated. The difference between what Ace and I had and what Jeff and I have- I could imagine life without Ace.

2. Jovanna Cameron is married, has a baby, and is writing her story. She got the hell out of Castle Rock, same as me, but not nearly as far as I did. She's living in the southern part of Maine, and is married to a Castle Rock kid, Gordie LaChance. I was invited to their wedding, but didn't go. It was too soon, and it was two Castle Rock natives getting married. The whole town would be there. I wrote a nice letter, explaining why I didn't come. She invited me to Baby Kyle's baptism. I didn't go to that either, but I called and gave Gordie my number, as Jovanna (no longer Cameron) wasn't home. This may not seem like a good reason to you, but that's why it's half a reason and half a incident. No matter where I was in my life, I always had to compete with her. If she was writing her story, I was writing mine. Seeing her raise this family, even from the opposite coast, was the incident. What kind of wife, and in the future, what kind of mother would I be if I had this huge secret I was unwilling to share?

3. This incident made me realize I needed to get this off my chest to the world. A little kid, must have been about 8 or 9 years old, one of my fans, came up to me the other day. He reminded me of Remmy, the last time I had seen Remmy as a kid. Remmy was now out on his own, trying to become a songwriter in Nashville. But this little kid came up to me and asked me what was on my arm. I looked down, and saw my Cobras' initiation tattoo. It shocked me. I had forgotten about it, tried to forget about that time, so long ago, when I had been the only female Cobra. And loved it.

I sat at the typewriter, amazed. I was finally done with this- no, not story- autobiography. Jeff came in and rubbed my shoulders, kissing me on the top of my head.

"Done, baby?" he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded and, spinning around in my swivel chair, kissed him on the cheek.

"Done."

"And you've only been on the typewriter all day," he teased. I am a very slow typer. I stood up.

"Aww, shove it, Jeff. Please," I said, hugging him tightly. "You know I love you, don't you, love?" I asked, nuzzling his shoulder. I had managed to fall in love with a man just taller than me, which was wonderful.

"Mmm-hmm. When can I read this?" he asked, waving a hand at the piles of paper I had accumulated. I shuffled through them and handed them to him.

"Whenever you want." As he settled into his easy chair in the home we owned, my private line rang.

"Bonjour!" I called as I picked up. "Claire LeBeau, or Marion Vans speaking." I admit, I was in a good mood. what happened next made that mood drop like a stone.

"Claire. It's Jovanna. It's about Castle Rock. And Ace."

A/N: It's DONE DONE DONE! I can't believe it. Okay, yes, that is a bit of a cliffy, but when AHelpless-Pyro finishes Hands Down, you'll get more, or, if you can't wait that long, read Stephan King's sorta sequel to The Body. That's an excellent short story, what the movie is based on, actually, and the sequel's called Needful Things. But if you don't want to do either of those, basically, Ace just killed like, twenty people or something. I don't really remember. It's only a sorta sequel to The Body because it's more of a sequel in the story of Castle Rock. The marvelous Stephan King has written about 6 or 7 stories that take place in Castle Rock.

Bonjour- Hello