Guys, I don't even know how many times I can apologize before it sinks in, so SORRY. Times like a million and two. I don't even know why I haven't written like, anything. It feels like forever, but I'm bored and kind of sort of have an idea, so here goes nothing. Sorry for the hiatus. I feel like shit for it, so I'll make sure this chapter is extra…sort of…very long! :) Okay, now then. Onto thus far story my readers!

Recap:

"No, Austin, I don't care that the police shot him down, and I don't give a damn that… the Stella girl got away! I'm in an elevator, so I'm sure to lose service anytime now, but I'm on my way up to see that… Olivia character that Thomas knew so well, and finish her off once and for all."

Apparently I didn't hear the elevator 'ding' again, registering that we had hit the ground floor.

"Hang on Austin," she spoke harshly. "Hey, kid, aren't you getting off?"

For the first time I looked up into the face of a mid-30 year old woman with long, straight platinum blond hair, deep brown eyes, fair skin, a business suit on, and she had a bag draped over her shoulder that could've very easily hidden a Great Dane.

"No, lady, I'm not getting off. I'm going UP to go see my best friend, OLIVIA," I accented saying up and Olivia for good measure, "and my other best friend STELLA, who were both attacked a few days ago by a guy, named THOMAS.. Hmm, sounds familiar, doesn't it?" I narrowed my eyes at her and she put the phone back to her ear while hitting the 'close door' button. "Austin, we have a situation, but don't worry. It's just a stupid ass punk who thinks he knows everything… yes, I still have the pistol… no, It won't be full for long…. Yes, I'll be careful…. Okay…. Bye." She hung up the phone, reached into that giant bag of hers, and drew out a pistol.

"Now, nothing, and no one is getting in my fucking way of getting rid of the girl who ruined Thomas' life. Looks like you'll be going down first, though."

She cocked the gun.

And I just about peed my pants right then and there"

Wen P.O.V

So here I was, back against a solid metal wall, pistol in my face. The gun was cocked and whoever the fuck was holding the gun just smiled.

"Hmm, kill shot or torture?" She smirked, and reached her hand behind her to hit the 'stop' button the elevator. "Doesn't matter now."

"I'm not afraid of you." I said, my jaw clenched.

"You should be." She smirked and swung the gun around, smacking me straight in the left temple. I saw stars for a second and fell to the ground, head throbbing. I blinked a few times trying to regain my composure before trying to stand up when she kicked me in the gut. I groaned in pain and doubled over when she kicked me again, this time in the head. My head went slamming straight into the wall. I inhaled sharply and stood up. She swung the gun at me again, I dodged it. She went to kick me, I grabbed her foot.

"You have no power over me, bitch." I shoved her into the elevator doors and she recoiled, coming straight at me, gun still in hand, punching. She was about my height with heels on and she was damn tough. A particular punch she landed right on my nose. I heard a crunch, and there was blood coming out of my nose. I stumbled back out of shock, and I really shouldn't have. She grabbed the gun with both hands, no fear in her eyes, written in her face, anything. She took aim, smiled, and pulled the trigger.

Olivia P.O.V

God, where the fuck am I? Why is it so bright? WHERE ARE MY PANTS? Oh… there they are. Phew! I sat up and looked around. What is this place? I slowly stood up and brushed myself off. I looked around me, but the place didn't look close to familiar, at all. But wait, the last thing I remember was passing out…on Charlie's beach house table… Oh my god. I'm fucking dead, aren't I?

I was in the woods again, but it was light, and happy, and airy. I felt at peace, but still felt like crying at the same time. I stumbled a few steps back until I felt my back against a tree, and I broke down in sobs. He won. Thomas fucking won. He got what he wanted and now I'm dead. I felt myself sliding down the side of the tree and I let myself. I didn't care anymore. I looked down at what I was wearing, pink floral skirt (little shorter than knee length), a white camisole and a black cardigan. My favorite outfit, I have to be dead. Why else would I be wearing this?

I don't even fucking care anymore, I buried my head in my arms and just sat there, crying to my hearts content. I thought you were supposed to be happy and at peace when you died. But I'm the farthest thing from it. It's not fair; I'm dead while Thomas roams free. Stella, I hope she's okay… I hope everyone's okay... especially Gram. Especially Wen, and Mo, and Charlie, and Scott, and just everyone. I want them to be okay, I need them to be okay. I need to know that they're okay so I can be okay.

I heard the snap of a twig and my head snapped up, wind whipping around me, feeling cold on my tear-streaked face. He was just standing there, a tee-shirt and jeans. His hands in his pockets, standing awkwardly like always. My eyes got really wide as I stood up and slowly walked up to him, asking myself silent questions as if I were really seeing him. I turned my head and looked at him, reaching an arm up and putting my right hand on the side of his face. When nothing happened but he sadly smiled back at me, more tears ran down my face and I broke down again, burying my head into his chest while he held me.

"Wen..." I whispered against his chest. "What's happening?"

Wen P.O.V

"I don't know Liv… I really don't know…" I mumbled against her hair.

I really have absolutely no idea what was going on right now, other than thinking I was dead. But then that would have to mean that Olivia is dead too. Oh fuck that would suck so bad, I really hope we aren't dead. This is a dream and I'm going to wake up. Wake up Wen! WAKE THE FUCK UP! Well... that plan clearly isn't working. Damn.

I legitimately woke up on the ground of a forest maybe 10 minutes ago? No idea where I am, who else is here, what I'm doing, WHY I'm here, what's going on or what happened. I had to pick myself up, and when I did I heard someone crying, and it sounded like Olivia, so I mean, of course I had to check it out. I walked towards the sound of sniffling and sobbing and saw her. I knew it was her with one look, but I didn't want to believe it. The last thing I remember what getting shot, and Olivia in critical condition… that led me to the worst conclusion. I was frozen in shock when she looked up at me. She gasped and got up, analyzing if it was really me or not, when she put her hand on my face, it sent chills down my spine and I smiled sadly down at her, and now we're both here, in the middle of a forest, with no idea what's going on or even where we are. I feel so lost right now… I don't know what to do, but I have to pull through for her. I have to.

Stella P.O.V

"My vagina hurts." I said starkly to a concerned Mo sitting beside me, in response to her 'how are you' question. "Chill out, I'm fine." Mo smiled a bit, but her makeup stained face and worried look staring at my bruised face, stitched neck and sprained wrist told a different story. "Mo, it could have been a million times worse, and I know that you're worried about Olivia but she's going to be fine, I promise."

She sniffed quietly and wiped her eyes, laughing slightly. "You're probably right, Stell. Wen got her in time, Olivia's gonna be okay, the bastard Is dead and everything's gonna go back to normal!"

"Exactly." I muttered, rolling over in my hospital bed. "Mo, I'm tired, you can go home." But then wouldn't you know, BLA-BLAM. Gunshots, screams, sirens wailed, shouts, cries, all less than 50 feet away.

My room had a perfect view of the front desk, where all you could see was a blonde woman with an elephant-ass sized bag, holding a gun in one hand and something reddish, orangish in the other. She dropped the orange thing in her hand and I almost died right there. A broken, bloody and bruised Wen lay on the floor, in a small pool of his own blood.

"Mo, close the door." It came out shakily, hurriedly, terrified and sadly. But Mo just sat there, motionless. "Mo, I don't know what the hell is going on right now, but close the damn door."

Mo slowly and silently got up with her hand covering her mouth. 2 more gunshots rang out and Mo dropped to the floor, now crawling towards the door. She pushed it closed with a 'slam'. I slowly swung my legs over the side of my bed and looked at Mo.

"W-was that W-W-Wen?" She stuttered out. I nodded solemnly and bit the inside of my lip. "We gotta go." I looked up at her and she shook her head 'no'. "Charlie." She whispered before another gunshot rang out, Mo collapsed, the door flew open and I passed out.

Olivia P.O.V

"Wen, I'm scared." We had walked along the woods for awhile but there was no end. Time didn't seem to pass at all, the clouds didn't move, the sun stayed bright, hot and lively. The wind still blew but there were no other sounds. No birds, no cars, no animals, no other people, absolutely nothing. I accepted the fact that Wen and I were dead and nothing could change that fact. I was unexplainably happy that I wasn't here alone, especially that it was Wen with me, but I didn't want to cope with the death part yet. I accepted it, that doesn't mean I'm not upset over it.

We had found a large enough tree where we could both sit comfortably against its trunk. I was in Wens lap, my head on his shoulder, his arms around my waist. I was out of tears to cry and I knew Wen was trying to be strong for me. "We're dead, Wen…" I whispered and looked up at him.

"I know Liv, I know." He replied sadly and pulled me tighter against his chest, one hand moving to the back of my head. "At least we aren't alone." His voice traveled off and I pulled my head off of his chest.

"Something's wrong with you. What is it?" I asked, moving a hand to the back of his neck. "Tell me."

He sighed and looked me straight in the eye, "Olivia I'm in love with you."

"You're…what?" I was shocked.

"I am in love with you. I have been for as long as I can remember. I never had the guts to tell you because you're always so perfect and I never will be. But I waited too long to tell you and now we're dead and nothing matters and-"

"Will you just kiss me already?" I smiled.

He leaned in, and as soon as his lips met mine, there was pain. Pain burning in my chest and arm. I cringed and let go of Wen and screamed out in pain, clenching every muscle in my body. I started shaking and I could hear Wen screaming my name but I couldn't answer. I felt paralyzed. I couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't talk… I was falling. I was falling into the nothingness of a black hole alone all over again. But then I could move, and I opened my eyes to blinding fluorescent lights, cold air, screaming voices, and staring down the barrel of a gun. I screamed. That was it – finger on the trigger, I watched it move, I heard the shot… and everything stopped.

***Not as good of an ending as I wished for, nor was it as long as I wished for): OH WELL. Hope you liked it!

Xoxo Lexx.

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