I'm sure you still have questions so let's go back to that day. Yep the day that I disappeared. It'll really clear things up for you.

"I better head home. I'll call you tomorrow." Christian walks me to my car and gives me a kiss. That kiss that says you want more but you can't have more.

I got in my car and drove off thinking I would speak to him again. Not thinking that I wouldn't see him again. Not pausing once to think what-if. I pulled into the store and being that person parked my new car as far away from anyone else as I possibly could. Wouldn't want a scratch or a dint. I walked inside and grabbed a few things that I needed. While I shopped Jack Hyde parked on the other side of my car. Just outta sight or other people or a camera and cut my tire. Just enough to know that it would go flat before I got home but not enough to keep me stuck in the parking lot.

It was just starting to get dark as I came out of the store and made my walk to the car. Chucked the bags into the back seat and cranked my car. Pulled out not paying any attention. Not knowing that someone was just three cars behind me, keeping up with me. I wanted to have fun to drive for a little while longer. I'll take the long way home, the back way, I thought. When it was just his car and mine he backed off. Just far enough for me to see the lights but not peg who it was or that it was still the same car. Suddenly I could feel it driving funny. The yellow tire pressure light flickered and came to life. He watched as I hit the brakes and started slowing down. He backed off even further. I hopped out of the car and went to each of the tires on the drivers' side and saw they were both fine. Walked to the passenger side and saw the problem. My tire was completely flat. Then I heard the noise. You know the way that tires sound on little pebbles and concrete. I looked up and saw a car coming and was happy for a split second.

The car stopped right behind me and the driver got out. Jack Hyde. If I could go back in time I would run or kick him in the nuts; something. But instead I thought nothing of it. You see Jack Hyde is not an ugly man, had I seen him out somewhere I probably wouldn't have thought twice about him. And that day I thought he was going to help me.

"Having car problems?" He said with a smile. I now know why he had that smile.

"Yeah my tire is flat. Really flat actually."

"Well we can get that fixed right up and you'll be good to go. Hold on just a second."

I smiled and nodded at him as he walked towards his car. Without thinking I turned my back. I was looking at something, something I thought I saw. While I tried to figure out was it was he was not getting a tool kit or anything to fix my tire. He was putting on gloves to get rid of any possible finger prints and grabbing a folded up piece of cloth which he soaked in chloroform. While my back was turned he walked quietly behind me and wrapped his arm around my face and covered my face with rag. I kicked for a little while but the chloroform caused me to pass out pretty quickly. Giving him the perfect chance to tuck me into his back seat and take me to his mothers' warehouse.

When I woke up I was alone with my arms chained behind a metal pole keeping the roof up. My feet and knees duck taped tightly and tucked under my ass. A piece of silk cloth stuck in my mouth and tied around the back of my head. My heart began racing faster and faster as I fully processed what was going on. As the severity of the situation set in that this was a bad, bad thing. The baby flashed through my mind. Then my mother, Julia, and Christian. I knew this was bad and I had a feeling I would never make it back out of this place. Though I won't lie I did try to wiggle out of everything. I didn't budge. Of course I didn't.

I tried to stay awake but I eventually gave into exhaustion and passed out. The next time I woke up there was a sandwich beside me. One hand had been released and the silk cloth so I could eat and drink the glass of milk set with the sandwich. I didn't want to but I knew I had to eat. Late that night I heard what I thought was a car then the sound of a large door opening and slamming closed. He walked in.

"Was the food okay?" He asked as though we were in a five star restaurant and I'd just eaten a five course meal.

"Why am I here?"

"Well why do you think you're here?" He pulled a chair over and sat in front of me.

"You're going to kill me aren't you?"

"More than likely; yes."

Nausea swept over me quickly. Then the feeling that I was going to throw up or pass out. Or both. I did neither though.

"My grandmother has money. Just name your price."

"I'm not worried about money."

"Then what?"

He smiled, that sort of jackass smile, "Just for fun. You see when people die and I'm the reason it's a rush you'd never believe."

I realized then that he was never going to let me leave. Not a chance. I had no idea how little chance of survival I really had or how hard the next week and a half would be. He was nice enough to get a TV so I could watch while my investigation began. Then the worst of it started. Well you read the autopsy report. I'll spare extreme details but I'll say that it was complete hell. And he loved every minute of it. During this time he talked about Kristen. What all he had done to her. I could tell he really did love this by the sick light his eyes would get.

I lost count of the hours and all the things he did. But the day I finally died was kind of a blur until I was dead. He had gotten bored of me. I was no longer a new and shiny toy I was no used up. I no longer cried for help, screamed when in pain. I gave up and he knew that. So while I was sitting there one day I heard a noise. He was undoing the chains and for a split second I thought that he was going to let me go. But I know now that was the point of it, some little joke to him. He told me to leave. If I could walk out the door that I was free. As I started walking there was a sharp pain in the back of my head. A light flashed. A metallic taste in my mouth. And then the floor. And then suddenly I was looking at myself. It was the strangest feeling watching while the blood poured out of my head and pooled around my feet. But my feet didn't get any blood on them. I watched as Jack laughed as he dragged my body into his freezer and left me. Then I watched while my mother and step-father panicked.

BREAK – BREAK – BREAK

And there you go. Now we are here. And you are wondering where is here? Here is sixteen years later. I would be thirty four years old. I would probably be married, maybe even to Christian, and probably have children. But I am still eighteen. I have not a single wrinkle, laugh line, or grey hair. But maybe you're wondering about everyone else.

My mom finally divorced Jeff a year after Jack Hyde was taken to prison. She now works from home for an abuse hotline. Jeff spends his time at home in his underwear drinking beer and watching TV. I watched while my mother slowly moved on. She still has hard days and still wakes up every now and then and still has a few break downs. But she is generally pretty content after years of gathering with many different group therapy sessions.

Julia got through school and made straight a's every year. She had people ask her all the time about me and how I died and all the normally questions. My mom explained to her when she was in fourth grade. Telling her that a bad guy, who is now away from other people. She just got married two years ago to a wonderful man who takes care of her in ways most people would not. She is now caring a little girl. But don't say anything to her though she doesn't know yet. She's a nurse and works with children which she absolutely loves.

Ethan is now a detective at the police station in our neighborhood. He's helped a lot of people and he's great and his job. He finally met someone a girl named Jamie. Who he married and has two sons with. Really cute boys who love to play sports and think girls are cute but are mean instead of just telling them they have a crush. Ethan still has bad days when he thinks about that party. When he thinks that had he not taken me to that party things could be different. But they wouldn't have been.

Kate moved to New Year two years after Jack went to prison. She attended Fashion College and now has her own fashion line. She flies out every year to visit my mom and go to my grave. She met a guy, who I think is drop dead gorgeous, and he married her without thinking twice. She had a beautiful wedding with a big ball gown and long ringlet curls. I stood by and watched while she and he said I do and he slid a ring onto her finger. They have two little boys and a sweet four year old princess. Who might I say is a spitting image of her mother when she was little.

I wouldn't dare forget about Christian. My Christian. He went to college in Seattle for business. He is now CEO of his own company and is a pretty big deal in the business world. It was at his work where he met a sweet girl named Alice who is now his wife. It took a while to find him the perfect one. See there had been many that came and went and only dated him because they knew about me. Which to me was wrong so I found ways to get rid of them. Yes in that corny movie way when the ghost does stuff. Judge me. But when she came in the picture I knew she was special. She had no idea who I was; like really had no idea. When he told her she was comforting, loving, and supportive. She doesn't care that he still loves me in some odd way that she may never understand. She doesn't get jealous when he talks about me or brings up something we once did for the hundredth time. She doesn't get mad about it and she doesn't hate me. Which most of them did in a sick way. He thinks about me a lot almost daily. He still has a box with our pictures and letter I wrote him. Things he won't get rid of.

They all come together once a year in memory of me. Leave flowers for me and say sweet things. Then they go to my mom's house, because she moved by the way, and they eat some of my favorite foods. And I have learned to watch them be happy and be happy with them. I have learned that, that is what this is. And I've accepted it.

Jack Hyde spends twenty-three and a half hours a day. He is kept away from the other prisoners to keep him safe. There are many books written about him even a few documentaries. Let's talk about Jack Hyde for a quick second.

Jack Hyde, born Jack Marsol, was born to Carrol Marsol nine months after she was raped. She loved her son but at the same time was reminded every time she looked at him of that night. She had to work over forty hours a week to make enough to get them through. That was until Jack was eight and she met William Hyde. But you see William Hyde did not really want Carrol. No he married her because he had to in order to look normal. He preferred boys and specifically Jack. Every night he would go into Jack's room where he would rape and molest him. This continued until he was sixteen and William disappeared. He left to run off with another man. That left Jack with a void. He no longer knew how to feel about people or love or how to move on. This was the first time he killed someone and with every kill following that he improved, got meaner, and better at not getting caught. Then he met the woman he really loved but even then he couldn't stop killing. Things had been going well until that night when he came in covered in blood. Then came the divorce and well he killed Casey out of spite. He continued and I was lucky enough to become his last victim. Yay me.

There are many books about me too. Going through my last days, my murder, and the year and a half until Hyde was caught. But none of them telling about what happens after. There is something beyond this place in which I was stuck for so long. And I don't stay here very often anymore just checking to see how everyone is. That place it really is great. But I do miss Casey and I've never seen her again since she left. I've never seen Krista or any of the other girls that Jack killed. Maybe they found peace before Casey and I did.

You see the problem with life is that it is just a temporary thing. You live to die. And a lot of people spend most of their life worrying about dying. I spent my life assuming I had more. Assuming I would have another chance to tell people things that I never got to. I was taught as a child that monsters live under the bed or in the closet. I was taught that you could tell the bad people apart from the good. But you can't. I was not told that most monsters are people and people that don't look like monsters at that. Jack Hyde might have given me the creeps sure but I never thought he tortured and killed sixty-five people and I would be number sixty-six. When he pulled behind my car that day I never thought that I would die or he was going to kill me. I didn't stop to think it was odd my new car had a flat tire or thought to look and see why.

I was taught that I could see monsters when the truth is monsters live way down deep, buried inside people. People you see every day, that live two houses down, the man that opened the door for you could watch kiddy porn, or that the woman who just smiled at you is a teacher and is seeing a student of hers. No this is not what we are taught. We are told that they drive vans, where long trench coats, and have messed up teeth and a hairy face. Jack Hyde was none of those things. He was attractive, he drove a nice car, and he lived in the same neighborhood as I did. No red flags. Yes, he was weird, but he didn't seem to be; well a serial killer. My life was over the night of my birthday party. Until that point Jack Hyde thought I was a good, innocent kid. He had no idea that I wasn't really drinking that night. He just heard lots of noises and when he came over saw a red cup in my hand, and decided right then that I was going to be next. There was nothing I could do or anyone else. Of course it's easy to say that things could have been changed to maybe prolong the inevitable but he was going to kill me either way. Jack prides in the fact that nothing he wanted ever got away from him. He always caught what he wanted and did with it what he pleased. The monster that was inside Jack Hyde took over his entire being, ate away at everything good left inside him, and made him a cold blooded killer.

So what happens when the monster finally breaks through? When the monster that you've buried so deep down inside you finally crawls back up? I suppose that Jack Hyde or any of the other famous serial killers are what happens after that. And I, my family, and the others are just lost in that monster. Jack Hyde does not regret a thing that he did and from what I see none of the other serial killers are sorry or feel bad either. Because that monster is them and a beast has no soul or ability to feel sorrow for its prey. And I was just that; prey. A little lamb that a lion happen to see lost and easily taken.

Yes, I was a lamb. And he was the lion. And in this story there is no happy ending for the poor little lamb.

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has read the story! I've loved writing this and am very sad to see it come to an end. But I hope you all enjoy this final chapter! Thank you all again.