Chapter 5: Everything's Gonna Be Alright

"Mr. Cena? Are you still there?" the lieutenant asked him.

"I'm sorry. I'm still here. Where did you say are their bodies?" John asked again, feeling like something sharp was stuck in his throat when he said this. The lieutenant told him where. It was in a morgue about two and a half miles away from Mr. Levesque's house.

"Thank you, I guess we'll be right over." John replied and hung up. He tried to act strong. But he knows sooner or later that he'll crack. "This is a nightmare! Will someone wake me up!" he yelled inside the room and threw the lampshade on the bedside table to the opposite wall.

"I've got to go to Stacy." He said to himself and went to the bathroom and changed hurriedly into his street clothes. He run all the way to Randy and Stacy's room. He doesn't care if he wakes the whole floor because of running. This is serious!

"Stacy! Stacy? Open up! It's me, John!" he said while knocking quickly on the door. But he got no reply. He stuck his ear to the door and was greeted by silence.

"Stacy?" he said a little more loudly but still nobody answered him. He backed away and run the door down. The door was knocked off from its hinges. John picked up the fallen door, which was now lying on the floor, and placed it inside. He made his way to the bedroom. He knocked once again. But still nobody answered. He tried to turn the knob of the door and to his surprise, the door was unlocked! He made his way inside the room cautiously and there he saw an unconscious Stacy lying on the floor. He quickly went over to her and felt her pulse. If it weren't for her pulse and heaving chest, he would have thought Stacy was dead. She looked pale than ever and adding the fact that she was lying on the floor made it really convincing. He slowly lifted her up and placed her gently in the middle of the king-sized bed. There on top of the bed, John realized tears were streaking down her beautiful face the moment a ray of light from the lampshade caught her face.

"She must have fainted when the lieutenant told her the terrible news." John said to himself. He wiped the tears away and went to the bathroom. There he got a small towel and wet it a little from the faucet in the bathroom sink. He returned and saw Stacy still crying without her knowing it. He sat beside her and wiped the tears away again and started to study her face. Even though she was asleep, he could see she was hurting inside. He should know, he's feeling the same way right at the moment. John brought the wet towel into her face and wiped it gently to remove the budding sweats on her forehead and at the same time, wake her up from an untimely and unpeaceful slumber.

Little by little, Stacy started to stir into consciousness. She was slowly opening her eyes. She doesn't want to wake up. The last thing she remembered was someone has called her. It was a Lieutenant James Parker telling her that Randy is dead. She was hoping against fate that when she wakes up, she would see Randy looking out for her in bed because she's sick. She fluttered her eyes open and saw a blurred vision of a man gawking at her because of the tears that were attempting to fall once again.

"Randy?" she said in a small and hoarse voice and reached up to the man's face. The man took her hands and laid it to her stomach. 'See? Randy isn't dead. He's just here right beside me, looking out for me. It was just a bad dream. All a nightmare.' She told herself.

"It's me Stace. John." He replied slowly. 'How the hell am I suppose to tell her that Randy is really dead?' he said inside his head. Stacy blinked her eyes a couple of times and her vision started to become clearer. She saw John looking at her in an expression she barely sees in the man's face. Sad and hollow.

"John?" she repeated and looked around the room looking for her boy friend standing somewhere, wearing a worried face. But even when her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she couldn't see Randy anywhere.

"Randy? Randy!" she started yelling and sat up the bed.

"Stace, calm down." John said softly and took her by the shoulder to stop her from shaking. She looked like she was having chills or something. But she was shaking because of crying. She was pouring her emotion out and let the tears flow freely.

"Where's Randy, John? He isn't dead like what a James Parker said earlier right?" she said insanely. John dropped his gaze and shook his head.

"I'm sorry Stace." John said to her. Stacy started to pound John's chest with her weak fists and started yelling Randy's name.

"Randy!" she said once again but a lot weaker this time. She stopped pounding his chest and just let John embraced her.

"Hush now Stace. Everything's going to be alright." He tried to assure even himself.