Yay! Final chapter! I know, finally! Anyway, you may have noticed that I have a very weird sense of humor. Kind of dry, random, and sarcastic. I call it British Humor, and it comes from watching too much Monty Python, and reading too many books by Douglas Adams. So, if you don't get why I put something in, it's probably just me being funny. XD
Disclaimer: I'm getting really tired of typing these. I mean, anyone who thinks that I own Calvin and Hobbes, shouldn't be reading Calvin and Hobbes fan fiction, right? Anyway, at least it's the last time I have to type it, until I start typing up my next fan fiction, which I've already got the plotline for. Look for it. It should be called "Calvin Through the Looking-Glass". You've probably already guessed what it's about, huh? Anyway, on with the final chapter!
Chapter 5
Hobbes stared at Calvin, horrified. His best friend was about to commit suicide in front of his eyes, and there was nothing he could do. Panicking, Hobbes jumped to his feet and screamed, fully aware that Calvin couldn't hear him.
But Calvin heard. He stopped, and time stood still.
After a silent, painful eternity, Calvin slowly turned his head toward the voice he had heard only in his dreams for the past eight years. As he stared into the familiar striped face of his best friend, the past sixteen years came rushing back to Calvin. It was all too much for him, and he threw himself onto his pillow and sobbed. And with his tears he poured out all the stress, the resentment, the loneliness, and the pain of the last eight years. Hobbes understood, and he sat by Calvin's head and waited for his tears to subside.
When Calvin finally stopped crying, he sat up without glancing at Hobbes, and silently reached for his pocketknife.
"Calvin, what are you doing?" Hobbes demanded shrilly. "What is the matter with you?"
Calvin gazed at him. His face was pale and streaked with tears, and his voice was faint and shaky. "Don't you see, Hobbes? No matter what we do, things can never be the same. Too much time has passed, and everything's gone bad. It's too late," he concluded sadly, shaking his head.
"But it's not to late! We can fix things! We can start over, and make it right!" Hobbes argued, feeling a bubble of panic rising in his throat.
"We can't, Hobbes!" Calvin exploded. "It's too late! And I can't stand it! I can't go on like this! I'm not me!" Calvin paused, trying to gain control of his temper. Finally, he continued. "Remember, Hobbes, all those years ago, when I used to ask you what you thought happened to us when we died? Well, I've had a lot of time to think, these past years, and I think I've got it figured out. What happens to us when we die is anything we want. The only way I can be happy again, Hobbes, is if I go back again to when I had you! This is the only way. I need to go back to when I was six and innocent!"
Hobbes snorted. He couldn't help himself. Calvin had always been anything but innocent. But Hobbes quickly regained his sanity. "But Calvin," he protested, "you have me now! There must be some other way! Calvin, I'll never forgive you if you do this! Never! You're all I have! If you go, what will happen to me?"
A tear dripped off Hobbes' nose. He vaguely wondered how long he'd been crying. He looked up, and realized that Calvin was crying again, too. "Please Calvin," he whispered, "please don't leave me."
Calvin reached over and pulled Hobbes to him. "I'll never leave you, Hobbes, never," he sobbed. We'll find a way. Everything will be okay. Best Friends Forever."
Awwww…-sniffs- So happy, yet, so sad. I can't believe I wrote that… Anyway, remember, this is my first-ever fanfic, so I need TONS of feedback, so please review. I'll be happy to hear what you think, even if you hated it. And also, look for "Calvin Through the Looking-Glass". Buh-bye!