A/N: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. I'm sorry to say. But please, since it IS the last chapter, I was kind of hoping that you'd go back and reread the story from the beginning, instead of just seeing how it ends, because you guys probably forgot what the rest of the story was about. The story always seems more complete when you read the ENTIRE thing in one sitting. And it makes the ending have much more of an impact. So, ENJOY!

THE LAST CHAPTER

I was lying in bed, my hair all slicked back in a part. Strangely enough, I was wearing a suit. What the fuck?

I looked around the room, which most certainly was NOT my bedroom. People were dressed in black and all weepy. I saw Cody all dressed up. Nice suit, I thought to myself. Who died? I was so cynical, I needed to stop the bad habit.

I tried to lift my head around to see who else was in the room, but for some reason, I couldn't. Just then, something caught my eye. It was a bulletin board, full of various pictures, and the title of it said,

IN LOVING MEMORY OF ZACHARY THOMAS MARTIN

It nearly made my heart stop. But, how could it? If I was already dead? Fuck. FUCK no. I didn't want to die. That night, I was out of control, yeah, but DEATH? I'm only fifteen fucking years old. I was failing all my classes, cut myself, did drugs, had no girlfriend, but I could've changed that. All of that. I could've stopped myself from falling more in depression. But I'm dead. I'm gone. Forever. Never will I tease Cody, see Maddie smile, get in trouble with Moseby, ignore mom when she tells me to do my homework. Never will I grow up, get a job, have kids of my own, actually experience life. Because, I fucking ruined my life. Even in death, I'm a failure. Good job Zackary Martin.

Moseby was sobbing, muttering words above my head, about how he'll miss me and such, but I tried to block it out. I didn't want to hear it. Not one bit. He finally left.

Mom came in view over my coffin. Mom. She would think it's all her fault that her child died. As much as she hated my smart mouth, and laziness, I was still her son. And she wouldn't forgive herself. I couldn't listen to what she had to say, it would make me hate myself even more. Tears were streaming down her face, as she finally kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "I love you Zacky," and marched away, still sobbing.

But then, someone else came in front of my coffin, someone a lot harder to block out than Moseby or even Mom. Cody hovered over me. He touched my hand gingerly, with a stoic look on his face. He whispered something that took me aback. "Fuck you, Zack."

He stood up abruptly and punched the wall right next to me, as hard as he could and screamed it. "Fuck you Zack!" And then sunk down, crying his eyes out. People turned to watch when he screamed, when he showed his unbridled sorrow, with pitying looks on their faces. No one bothered to reprimand him for his language, but no one comforted him either.

No one hugged him to say it would be alright, or tell him that I didn't mean to die. Cody was still crying, but started talking softly so only I could hear. "Why Zack? Why did you leave us? We were trying to help. We didn't like seeing you so unhappy. But you kept pulling back. Why did you fucking die on me? You know I need you. I always looked up to you. You were the older twin, my other half. How am I supposed to live, knowing that my only brother died because he wasn't happy enough here? With me? Shit, I love you so much, please, don't go."

Watching Cody, my baby brother, like this was probably the hardest thing I ever did in my entire life. Even though, I'm dead now and this technically isn't part of my life. I couldn't hold him and say that it was an accident. Never again would I be able to wake him up from one of his childish nightmares and make him feel better from it. No one would. He never told mom about them. So now he would wake up crying, with no one to comfort him, knowing the only one that could have made him feel better, left him. And wouldn't be coming back. Even if I wanted to.

Cody started talking again. "I saw… you had FAILURE written on your arm. In cuts. I-I think that would have grossed me out even 2 weeks ago, but I see where you came from, with the cutting. The thought of it doesn't sound that bad anymore."

Panic filled me. Not Cody too. My life is gone, but Cody had so much potential, he had the grades, the girlfriend, he was the nice, sweet twin that people loved. Now I'm destroying OTHER people's lives. I'm SUCH a good person. Sike.

"But that's not what I came to say. I wanted to tell you, you're not a failure. No matter how much you thought it, I never did. You were going through a rough time, but you needed to FUCKING TELL me. So I could help you. Like I know you would've helped me. Mom never saw the word FAILURE on your arm. I covered it up as soon as I saw it. It would've killed her to see that. It nearly broke my heart too. The mess you made, it took forever to clean up. The worst two hours of my life, knowing that you were making that mess that night, killing yourself, while I was losing my virginity to Gloria."

Way to go, squirt. I thought. Once again, outdoing me in everything. I felt horrible about the mess I left in the suite, leaving them to clean it up. Cody sighed, the tears dried up by now.

"Well… I said what I needed to. Fuck you, I hate you, I'm sorry, I'll miss you like shit, I love you as much as humanly possible… and..." he choked on the last word. "Goodbye. Forever."

He closed his eyes slowly and tightly, and opened them again, as if making sure that this was reality and not one of his nightmares. Nope, it was reality. The worst nightmares always were.

Many aunts and uncles I've seen twice in my life said how I was such a great kid. As if they knew me at all. They said how polite I was. Liars. I was never polite, unless I was being paid to be. They didn't know me. Why were they even here?

An angel appeared over my head. Finally, I could leave this place of sorrow. But it spoke. "Zack, I never loved Jake."

Oh, of course. It was Maddie Fitzpatrick, just the love of my life that rejected me countless times. I should've known.

"I know, you're thinking that it's a total lie that I really didn't love Jake, but it isn't. It just hurt me SO much to see yet another guy dump me for a better, prettier girl. But then, I realized, that you, YOU never gave up on dating me. You always comforted me, loved me. YOU were the guy I should have been with. At least now that three years isn't such a big difference. But I missed out on my chance. You always helped me, but never once did I help you. I'm sorry, but I need to tell you or else I'll regret it forever. I love you Zachary Martin."

Tears were glistening on her cheeks as she bent down and kissed my cold, lifeless lips. I didn't feel a thing. How I WISHED I could feel Maddie's lips against mine, how I wish I could tell her I loved her too, but it was too late for that now. It was too late for everything.

I lay there numbly as they closed the lid to my coffin and loaded me into the hearse, and finally, brought to my grave, and I vaguely heard the pastor speak some words, that I'm sure meant something important.

I felt my grave being lowered. Taken away from Maddie, Cody, Mom, Moseby, even London. Taken away from everyone who could've helped me. "I'm sorry" I shouted in my mind. Maybe they would hear it. I hoped so.

The coffin hit the ground and I felt dirt being placed on top of me. Once icy tear finally slipped out of my unseeing eyes. This was nothing like life; I found this out too late. Death is nothing like living. Because here, no one can wipe your tears.

THE END

A/N: Okay, so it's not QUITE the ending some of you had in mind. I know, but it's the only one that fit this story. So you'll have to accept it. Another thing you could possibly do is… review? One last time?

THANK YOU ALL WHO REVIEWED FOR THIS STORY, AND WILL REVIEW FOR THIS CHAPTER! THEY ENCOURAGED ME SO MUCH!

ps. I think I'll miss this story and the wonderful reviews it was such a pain updating and such, but looking back, it's been my fave yet.