Title- Dealing with It

Chapter Title- The End

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Tikagem- Yum cookies… and I don't think people should die for no reason. Oh well, I hope you enjoy this.

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Note- This is the last chapter. Please have your tissue boxes ready. It is predicted to be a little emotional. Don't hate me for this. It starts out in a dream in case you were wondering. The chapter switches from dreams to reality. The dreams are in italics. They are not flash backs. It does not say flash back and they are still in Ronnie's point of view. If it is a flash back; it will say Flash back up top and then it will be omnipresent. Happy Birthday to my dear brother, Mike.

I was walking down a road. The sidewalks were free of trash and dirt. In fact, everything sparkled. It was all clean. 'I must be in heaven,' I thought. I don't even ache any more. I walked further down the road, until I saw somebody coming near me. It was Josh. I ran to him, hugging him.

"Why'd you kill me?" he asked.

"B, but I didn't," I stuttered. He held up his arm. I saw the dark scar and dried blood of his wound. I fell to my knees crying. He turned away and walked off.

I woke up, breathing heavily. There were fresh tears on my face. It was all a dream, only a dream. I heard the rain pounding against the window. I turned my head to see a streak of lightening in the sky. The lights flickered out and I let out a scream. I closed my eyes.

I could hear somebody fumbling with the keys outside my door. The door opened and my nurse came in.

"Are you okay?" she asked. I nodded. I was a little scared. It was pitch black and I had a nightmare. I couldn't hear the soothing beep anymore. I heard her leave and the door closed. I closed my eyes again.

I was walking down that same road. This time I was walking in the opposite direction. I saw a house. It looked pretty, it had clean, white, walls and light blue shudders. It didn't look like the average East-side house. I opened the door and looked inside. I saw a little baby boy lying on the floor. He turned over to look at me.

"Hey big sister," he said. Was this Jonathan? How could he talk? I walked over to him and picked him up. "Why'd you kill me?" he asked.

"I didn't," I whispered. He became still in my arms. I looked down and watched him decay before my eyes. I screamed and backed up into somebody. I turned to see Nate and my mother. "Go!" I shrieked, I didn't want to kill them as well. I ran deeper into the house and slipped on a rug.

I woke up for a second time. It was only a dream. It was a very scary dream. I already hurt two people and my dream said I was hurting Nate and mom next. I tried to stay awake, but I couldn't. My eyes were heavy. My body ached worse than ever.

I looked around. I was in my house. It was very messy and dark. Nate was lying on the couch. I couldn't find mom or dad. I walked into their bedroom, they weren't there. I peaked into Jonathan's old bedroom. It was empty. There was nothing in it except cobwebs and dust. I shut the door and opened my bedroom door. It looked like it had the night I left. It was untouched, the bed was unmade and it was kept the way I had it. It was pretty clean except for there were cobwebs and a thin layer of dust over everything. I walked back into the living room.

"Nate, where'd mom and dad go?" I asked. He didn't answer. I reached out to shake him, but my hand went through him. "I'm, I'm a, I'm a ghost!" I screamed. "I'm dead," I moaned. I turned to look at Nate. He was lying perfectly still, tears were pouring out of his eyes.

I woke up and tried to move my body so I could make sure I was alive. I could make out the outlines of my nurse.

"Veronica, you had a nightmare, it's okay," she told me. I swallowed. My body ached worse than ever. I longed for the comfort of the beeping but it wasn't there. I wanted somebody to hold me. I started to cry again. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I didn't dream, I just saw nothing. There wasn't anything there. I could hear the nurse leave. She came back in after and left again in a hurry.

"Ronnie, Ronnie baby," somebody called. "It's mom, Ronnie, please wake up. Ronnie, please, c'mon, Ronnie." I tried. I wanted to wake up and be held by her. My body didn't want it though. My joints were stiff and everything hurt. It was the worst it hurt. I tried to say something, but nothing came out. It took all I had to try to open my eye. I couldn't.

I felt like I was falling. I couldn't stop myself. I had no control over anything. I tried to scream and grab onto somebody. Nobody was there. I was alone. It was pitch black. I tried to grab anything now. Nothing was there. I was reaching into air. I was dying. I couldn't stop it. I finally relaxed and let the darkness take over my body.

Why am I crying? I guess I got attached to her. Well, the follow-up is four chapters. It has two Nate POVs and two Jessica POVs. Please review; give me your honest opinion. I know it was a really bad chapter. I don't know why I had her die. Actually, if I had her live, she'd probably be a vegetable or something. She'd have no life. I guess it's better off that way. I actually think this chapter had a neat ending, it's kind of symbolic (note: use of big word). She was trying to stop her death, but you can't escape this. As soon as Josh died, I had a feeling that this would end up Romeo and Juliet-ish and I didn't want that. I wasn't going to have her kill herself so I made her trip and fall into the path of a car. Some people write with a plot in mind, some people write with characters they spent time making. Me, I don't. I write what I think of, that's why this can go fast. It doesn't have a set plot so it doesn't matter what kind of ideas I get and my mood reflects in the story. My characters take a total of 2 minutes to make, maybe even less than. I just get a first sentence normally and write from there, my mind works out the character. That's how come they don't seem Mary-Suish and they are all different. I know you wanted to read this, please review and I can bring you the follow up. Also, put me on your author alert list so you can get notified about the follow-up AND I have another story (that is completely different) that I'd like to post. It's on my laptop so as soon as I find my floppy disk…