Over the Edge Chapter 3: Aftermath, a hannah montana fanfic

I received a huge response for this story; more than any other. Words cannot express my gratitude and utmost joy when I looked at my mailbox a few days ago. (33 new email alerts from Wow.) I would hence like to say a big thanks to all who read this story and cried over it. (DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME?)

Most unfortunately, this story is coming to a close, and in two or three chapters it will reach its end. I only hope I can do it justice by ending in a completely non-cliche and totally breathtaking way.

Now, this chapter will basically be mourning and such, so if you enjoy blow-to-blow action exclusively, then I am going to say that you are not going to enjoy this very much. I must say myself, due to this being a bridge to the next chapter and is basically just a part of the story that contains all the crucial connections, it might be a tad disappointing and boring. I know I'm bored writing this; why do you think I spent four days on it? But if you like sad drama scenes and all that, well, read on! I suppose readers will never look at the episode "You Gotta Not Fight For Your Right To Party" the same way ever again.

Let me make this clear one more time. Please do not be too disappointed about this chapter. It's just a bridge. Truth is: I totally ran out of juice here. Just bear with me until I manage to write the next chapter.

Disclaimer: If only I owned Hannah Montana, this would be made into an episode or something.

Edit: ATTENTION TO ALL READERS! IMPORTANT MESSAGE AT THE END OF THE PAGE AFTER THE CHAPTER FINISHES. PLEASE READ ON AT THE END.

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The hospital was always a harrowing place. People go there when they get hurt, get ill, get shots, or die. And a hospital has a collection of such people. Visitors almost never look too happy; in fact visitors at hospitals were known for their depressed states. Probably because they come here to suffer a form of pain, or to see someone who has pain inflicted upon them.

Even the dead come here. The bodies of the deceased must be carted off first to the hospital before the person is declared clinically dead. Even when the signs of death are blithely obvious. All the while the body would be hidden from its loved ones, under the white blanket.

It was for this reason; it was to hear the examiners say, "She's dead,", that Lilly, Oliver, Jackson and Robbie Ray were there. Waiting outside any room while the doctors behind the door are at work is one of the most painful experiences anyone waiting must endure. But things are not quite the same when the examined in question is already dead. Post-mortem examination, said the doctor.

For never will she come back. Never will anyone hear her sing, watch her dance, join her laughter. No one will ever tease and humiliate her again. No more will Hannah Montana jump up on stage, yelling to hordes of screaming fans, "Thank you! I love you all!" Never will things be the same again.

Miley was gone forever. There was no denying it.

Lilly was inconsolable. Waves upon waves of miserable weeping pored through her as she tried to stifle her crying with her hands. She cried so hard eventually her voice gave out. Sitting on the couch beside her was Oliver, staring hard on the floor before him, unblinking, unmoving and silent, as if in denial.

Jackson was in a state of shock, ashen-faced and dry-eyed. He neither cried nor moved, like Oliver, except he was standing, staring straight out of the window. Deep in his reverie, he failed to notice anything around him at all, not even when a small gaggle of nurses wheeled another bloodied body past him, talking at an unmeasurable speed.

"Look, boy, will you just move?!"

The only person not present at the scene was Robbie Ray. He was leaning against the wall along a corridor next to the examination room, bathed in shadow and hidden from their sight. He stared at the wall across the corridor as he recalled the painfully similar memories...

"Mr. Stewart, your wife wants to depart with her last words."

"Thanks, Doc. Miley, Jackson, come on."

The doctor led us party of three into the room. It was well-lit, its spotless walls radiating white, threatening to blind their eyes. In the middle of the room laid a middle-aged woman, partially covered with a white bed sheet. Her body was grotesquely mutilated; every bone in her arms were broken, and her legs torn to shreds. Her face resembled a mass of burnt black and red. Despite her wrecked state, however, she turned and faced them.

"Oh mom..."

Miley staggered towards her dying mother tearfully, stopping at the edge of the bed. She was the first to get there. Her mother gave her a pained smile.

"Oh, baby girl. What happened to you?"

Even her voice sounded broken. Every word caused terrible pain in the throat.

Miley choked through her tears, "Why did this happen?"

Jackson also came up before the bed, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Mom, please don't go. We need you."

Mother gave a soft reply, "Shh, shh. Don't cry. It's not everyday you see a tractor blow up."

Miley and Jackson stayed by their mother's side for a whole ten minutes, during which, somehow sustained by positive energy, Mom did not succumb to the inevitable darkness.

I stood behind them the whole time, trying my best to be steadfast and strong for all of us. Instantly, however, I failed when she called me.

"Robbie..."

I crawled to the bed, my feet each weighing a ton.

"Hold my hand, dear. Miley, Jackson, hold my hand."

She stuck out a hand, blackened and dead looking. We grasped the hand gently as directed. Mom flinched and gasped a little, but did not withdraw her hand.

"I want you three to live a happy life without grieving over me forever. Remember that I will always be spiritually at your side. All you have to do is think about me." Her voice was barely a rasp.

I could not help but let the tears flow. I began, "Honey..."

But she cut me across with a squeeze from her withered hand, saying, "Listen to what I have to say before we part."

Knowing her judgment was due soon, she addressed to Miley first.

"Sweet pea, I know you can do it. You always knew how to do anything as long as you wanted to do it. Remember the time when you told Mamaw and I you wanted to be a pop star? If you know that's what you want, then go ahead and do it. I'll watch from Heaven, and I'm sure you will do good."

Miley's lip trembled, and before long she burst into a fit of silent tears.

"Momma..."

Mom moved on to Jackson.

"Jackson, I want you to know that even though you might not have huge aspirations, you are still a great kid, and my first-born son. I am proud of you just because you are my son, and will always be proud of you as I watch you from above. Don't forget about me."

Jackson shook his head violently, biting his tongue in an effort to avoid bursting into tears himself.

Finally, with tremendous effort, she turned her gaze to me, and under the burnt flesh and ruined complexion I saw an earnest face.

"Honey, Robbie, you will be in charge of the kids now. I want you to raise them like we planned, and live on happily without me. Just don't forget me. Will you promise me that, dear?"

Choking behind my own hot tears, I knelt down and placed my mouth next to her ear, whispering passionately, "Yes, love."

That simple answer proved satisfactory. Mom smiled and bade us farewell for the last time.

"I'll always be with you. Miley, Jackson, Robbie, I love you. And remember, if you want me, all you have to do is think about me."

With that, a last sigh escaped her lips, and her head rolled sideways, collapsing into the pillow. Mom had passed away.

A spear was driven through my heart. I began to sob miserably, not giving a hoot about how I looked like. (Crying was not a man's thing.) Miley threw herself into my arms and broke down into noisy tears, Jackson following suit shortly after. As we embraced in a comforting family hug but with one member short, the doctors at hand cover the corpse with a white cloth, shielding her from our view. That was to be the last time I saw her in the flesh.

"Oh Darlin', you were gone so suddenly. Now Miley is too. What has happened to our family?"

Lilly felt only guilt upon guilt. She repetitively gasped through her tears every now and then, "It's all our fault...I shouldn't have done it...Now she's gone..."

Oliver was in denial. Unable to understand fully what had just happened, all he could do was stare blankly in front of him and try to digest the situation. He too occasionally mumbled to himself the same words, "It didn't happen, did it? This is all a dream?"

Unable to stand the silence any longer, Lilly burst out, "It's my fault! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have listened to her! Otherwise this would have happened!"

Oliver jerked out of his reverie. Deciding to believe that the tragedy had happened after all, he putting one hand on Lilly's hand and tried to calm her down.

"Lilly, no! It's both our fault! Don't take all the blame."

"NO NO NO! I SHOULDN'T HAVE LISTENED TO HER!" Lilly screamed in defiance. Jackson winced and looked away, a sudden pang of guilt hitting him like a hammer in the stomach.

"Oliver, you had no part to play in this. I just pulled you into the whole thing. I am to blame for the tragedy." Lilly went on, staring into her hands. "If only I just told her that her Dad was looking out for them, this would never have happened..."

Her voice trailed away and she erupted in a wave of tears. Oliver embraced her shaking body in a warm brotherly hug, whispering into her ear as she cried bitterly into his shoulder, "Don't blame yourself, Lilly...Don't blame yourself..."

Jackson suddenly felt compelled to join into the conversation. He whirled around and muttered solemnly, "He's right, Lilly. It's entirely my fault. I drove us off the cliff. I can never forgive myself for that."

Oliver looked up at Jackson and thought deeply for a moment. Indeed, it would seem that Jackson will be the one who will take the full brunt of the blame and guilt. It was he would sat behind the steering wheel, after all. And it had been his doing that drove them off the cliff. All the evidence pointed at Jackson for being the killer.

It sounded harsh, but Jackson was thinking along the same lines. He looked absolutely in pain, deep in thought and wallowing in regret and self-pity.

"I don't care what Miley says; it's all my fault and if only I weren't so careless and reckless, she wouldn't have ended up like this." Jackson went on, determined to take full responsibility.

"It's not your fault."

A baritone voice rang through the corridor, effectively silencing the quarreling kids. Robbie Ray had reappeared, looking haggard and most woebegone.

Truth be told, everyone felt guilt. Robbie felt the worst at the moment. He looked directly at Jackson with reddened eyes.

"It's my fault all this happened. I should never have grounded you. I was being too harsh. You two were just fighting like any brother and sister. I was being unfair." Every syllable was filled with deep regret.

"Dad, no. You were annoyed because we've been fighting. Don't blame yourself - " Jackson began before Robbie cut him off.

"Who are YOU trying to blame, Jackson Rod Stewart?" Robbie snapped, annoyed at Jackson for being such a hypocrite. Jackson fell silent at once.

There was an tense silence for the next ten minutes, occasionally broken by Lilly's incessant sobs.

Finally the doctor emerged from the room, bearing the news that Miley was officially deceased. Lilly at once burst into a fresh wave of tears upon hearing her best friend's name. Oliver and Jackson stood and watched the doctor somberly as he explained the procedures following the death of a person.

"We will hand her to the undertaker right away. He will prepare the necessary before the funeral. When shall we schedule the funeral?" He asked, not tentatively.

Robbie replied calmly, "As soon as the undertaker finishes his job. I'll hold the funeral back home in Tennessee, where she will be buried in our land." He had thought it over beforehand.

"Burial? I see. Usually people want cremation." The doctor replied casually.

Robbie sighed heavily. "I guess we better start calling people."

The following week was a hectic blitz. The press were alerted about the horrible accident somewhere in the hills of the Malibu outskirts. For an entire three days they have been pressing the remaining members of the Stewart family in Malibu and those who were involved for information. Meanwhile the only source of support for "TERRIBLE ACCIDENT IN MALIBU OUTSKIRTS" were the police, who seemed to have done a lot of research without the witnesses' help. In the end, however, after all the pressure, the witnesses finally gave in, and asked the press to deliberately stage an interview for this.

"Yes, I want an interview where you can start shooting your mouths off at us. Who knows? We might even answer you! Now quit badgering us!" Robbie Ray yelled into the phone after the press called for the umpteenth time.

The press refused to entertain request and began pursuit of the witnesses one by one. Eventually, Lilly gave in, telling the reporters her side of the story in detail. Hours later Oliver surrendered as well. Meanwhile, the press also caught up with a number of policemen who were witnesses of the scene. Now the only people who seemed to have kept their silence were the Stewarts.

Unfortunately, the police had disclosed even more sensational information. They claimed that when Robbie first fished out the body from the wreckage, it looked like Hannah Montana. Robbie had removed the blonde hair from her head during their last conversation, suggesting it to be a wig. Rumours abounded that Hannah Montana was killed in the crash, but the hospital gave no evidence that Hannah was involved in the crash at all. The person killed went by the name of Miley Stewart.

Eventually, though, people will start to notice the disappearance of Hannah Montana, and that was the reason why Robbie had finally decided to confess to the reporters. He confessed everything: Hannah was a stage name for Miley, and the blonde hair was just a wig. The reason for hiding it from the world was so that Miley could live two lives; a normal life and a super-star life.

"There! So now you know everything! Hannah IS dead, and there's nothing you can do about it! Now, for the sake of sweet niblets, leave us alone!"

The press did not allow the Stewarts to mourn in peace, however. The story of Hannah Montana's death shocked not only the United States, it shocked the world. Fans cried in outrage, suggesting a sort of foul play, and that all this was a fraud or joke. Speculations and rumours ran amok, for there were hardly any reliable witnesses to report Hannah Montana's death except for the few policemen and close friends of Miley Stewart. But there was no denying it, for when Robbie showed the press all the proof they needed to actually confirm that all this was not a lie (namely, Hannah's Closet), all of the world saw the naked truth. Hannah Montana was, after all, just an alias for a girl who wanted to live "the best of both worlds". And now that she is dead, so goes all the fame and glory of Hannah Montana.

Naturally, the world mourned the death of Hannah Montana while at the same time, tried to digest the sudden shocking news of Hannah being an alias and disguise. Some people highly suspected "fraudulent activity", and did not hesitate to deeply investigate into the matter before they believed it. Eventually, fans even began to accuse Jackson of murder, and lawsuits cost everyone a lot of time and money. Quite many times, Jackson would have been convicted for murder; after all, there were no other witnesses in the truck at the time. The truck that crashed, taking Hannah/Miley with it. Jackson only managed to bail himself out of this by insisting on the details that only the personally involved would know. But then again, the enraged fans hardly believed him.

"I'M HER BROTHER, YOUR HONOR! I AM JACKSON STEWART, BROTHER OF MILEY STEWART! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I WOULD INTENTIONALLY MURDER HER?!"

It was a big mouthful for the fans to swallow: their pop princess was dead. The result of all this was endless controversy.

The news spread like wildfire. And such big news would not have missed any part of the civilized world, including Romania, buried somewhere in the middle of Europe.

There in Romania, was a famous teen star named Jake Ryan.

Jake's POV:

News reached me in Romania as well.

First, I glimpsed an article in the international news section in the national newspaper. It read, "Speculations: Hannah Montana killed in vehicle accident?"

Instantly the title blew me away. Straining my eyes to read the following words, this is what made sense in my mind:

Following a vehicle accident in the outskirts of Malibu, California, USA, from the recounts of witnesses (being policemen at the scene), a rumor has been spread that Hannah Montana has been killed in the accident. The witnesses claim that a group of people identified as family of the victim cradled the victim and began a final conversation. While the victim, later identified as Miley Stewart, 14, did sport a blonde wig that resembled Hannah Montana's greatly, later one of the people (identified as Stewart's father, Robbie Ray Stewart) took off the wig and passed it to the girl in the group of four. Evidence from a quote by Officer Bill Grey:

"The family ran up to the ruins and pulled out the bloody girl from there. She looked an awful lot like Hannah Montana. And then they talked. It was a very touching last conversation that moved even us policemen to tears. Halfway through the conversation the man kind of took off the golden wig and passed it to the other girl. All the while, we could tell, the poor girl had been struggling to stay awake, and her friends were desperate to keep her awake for as long as she can. But the end she finally died in her father's arms, whispering something. We all saluted her as the ambulance arrived. It was drizzling at the time."

Miley Stewart and the group of four people were transported to the nearby Alexandria Hospital. Meanwhile the press are trying to uncover more.

My mind refused to make sense out of this, even though I knew perfectly well what all that meant. Miley's dead? That can't be. And why the hell was she wearing a wig?

I remembered the only emotion I experienced was confusion and ominousness. Miley couldn't have died, could she? But then, Robbie Ray Stewart...that's the name of Miley's dad! OH SNAP! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

I've been thinking about Miley everyday, every hour, every minute. Nothing I did put my mind off my sweetheart probably still waiting for me in Malibu. The phrase, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder" or something like that certainly was true for me. Imagine the shock I went through when I read that article!

I remembered bursting into cold sweat and freezing on the spot. At once my mind went numb with shock, and my face blanched so much it can be compared to a sheet of paper. The cast and crewmen bustling around stared at me, frightened at my appearance. There, in the chair, sits Jake Ryan, rigid with shock, and staring at the newspaper as if staring at a ghost.

I went back to my trailer, trembling from head to toe. So hard was the shock that it mysteriously drained all the energy from my body. I decided to turn in early. Maybe if I go to bed I'll wake up and realise this is all a dream.

No such luck. Three days later another related article appeared in the paper, this time the title being, "Confession of a teenage witness: What happened at the Malibu Outskirts."

After three days of pressure, the reporters finally managed to obtain a confession from one of the people directly involved in the post-accident scene. Lilly Truscott, 14, claimed to be best friends with Miley Stewart, the casualty of the accident, deceased. Truscott provided the reporters with a personal recount of the actual happenings before the press and the ambulance got there. The reporters were welcomed into the Truscott residence by Truscott herself.

"We were hiding in Miley's house the whole time according to Jackson's plan, posing as them so that Mr Stewart wouldn't find out. But then I began to hear desperate cries for help almost telepathically. I could tell that Miley and Jackson were in trouble. When I received a sudden sharp pain in the gut, I sort of knew that they were in big trouble. Then I ran down the stairs and told Mr Stewart about all this. I think he felt it too, for he knew what was I talking about.

Then Jackson called. Mr Stewart and Jackson had a shouting match, and after telling Mr Stewart to find them by asking the police for their whereabouts, Jackson hung up. We drove to the police station and were led to the crash scene. Jackson looked so helpless. I remember Mr Stewart driving us to the bottom of the cliff to look for Miley. I didn't think she could possibly be alive, though. Jackson drove them off the cliff!

But, to our amazement, we found Miley alive, but just barely. She said sorry to us all, and apologised to her dad about disobeying him, she said sorry to Jackson for being a horrible sister, she said sorry to Oliver and I for whatever trouble she caused for us in the past. All I could remember doing at the time was cry. Finally, she said she loved us all, and after whispering to her mom in Heaven, she was gone."

At this point, Truscott was too overcome by emotion to continue. She declined to comment or reply when reporters asked her what was "Jackson's plan", and where were Jackson and Miley, the two Stewart children, going at the time. Having been provided satisfactory information, the reporters did not hesitate to leave the residence when Truscott's mother, Mrs Truscott, shooed them out, threatening to call the police if they did not leave immediately.

It broke me into pieces. For the first time in days, I cried. Luckily, I was in my trailer at the time, so nobody noticed. The mention of Lilly involved in all this PROVES the fact that Miley is gone. I never experienced this sort of pain before. It was a heartbreak; a sharp burning stake driven through my heart. For an entire night, I sat on the floor of the trailer, crying, and in stubborn denial.

Screaming to myself as if I were a lunatic, I could have sworn some people came to knock on my door, annoyed or concerned, I did not care. I remembered having a row with a part of myself.

"It's not true! She couldn't have died!"

"Then why is Lilly in the newpapers? And Oliver? And Jackson? Robbie Ray? All these names can't be mere coincidences, can they?"

"No! I refuse to believe it! Miley promised to wait for me!"

"Promises are made to be broken. She's just a human, and humans are mortal. She's gone. Accept it. All your dreams about reuniting with her are for naught."

"NO! I LOVED HER! HOW SHE CAN LEAVE ME LIKE THIS?!"

"Because it was not her choice to die, it was Heaven's will. There is nothing we can do about it."

"NOOOO! MILEY WHY?!"

"Pull yourself together, man! You are Jake Ryan, strongest of the teen champions, and Zombie Slayer. She's just a girl. Get over it!"

"HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GET OVER IT? I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT HER DAY AND NIGHT! I LOVED HER!"

"SHE'S JUST A GIRL, JAKE!"

"SHE'S MY GIRL! SHE'S MY LOVE!"

"Jake! Who are you talking to in there?"

I found myself beating the floor with my fists. My hair was messed up, and my eyes were red and puffy. I looked a total mess. On top of everything, I was bloody exhausted, but kept awake by the pain I felt in my heart.

Someone knocked the door and bashed into the room, afraid I might have been attacked or something, judging by the way I had been roaring and howling just now.

"Good Lord, what happened to you?" It was my co-star, John. "I've been wondering where you've been when I heard you yelling and all, and blimey you don't look so good, do you, mate?" he added, his clearly distinguishable London accent suggesting his piqued curiosity.

I never found anyone more annoying than him at the moment. Hurling the quickest insult I could think of at the time at him, he turned to leave hastily.

"JOHN GET OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"

He ducked and missed the chair being thrown at him at fifty-miles per hour, and without a moment's hesitation, he darted out of the door, slamming it shut with a resounding bang.

The next day, yet another similar article appeared in the paper, this one saying, "Confessions of a friend: What happened at Malibu Outskirts." This time, it was Oliver who was interviewed, apparently having "surrendered to the pressure upon hearing his close friend Lilly Truscott talk to the press openly". The article started off with a "Oliver Oken, 14, was a member of group of four whom were directly related to the casualty of the vehicle accident in the Malibu Outskirts, California, USA. The accident spawned a rumor that Hannah Montana was the casualty..." and the rest is history.

Nothing Lilly and Oliver said anything about Hannah Montana, though the Officer Bill Grey did mention something about a "blonde wig". Why the hell would Miley, no, Hannah, be wearing a blonde wig? Is there a mystery around this?

Apparently there is. Just two days after the article about Oliver, the papers reported an even more shocking news, this one can be seen on international cable television. And Romania misses nothing out. At seven pm, I turned on the television and flipped to the USA news channel.

It was actually a special news report. The interviewers were reporters, and the interviewed were none other than Robbie Ray Stewart and Jackson Stewart, who told the entire story before the big crash. Jackson told the reporters how they hatched a plan to get out of the house so that he may go to watch Panic! At the Disco and Miley off to Beyonce Knowles's party.

"Why were you trying to sneak out?"

"Why was Miley off to Beyonce's party? Isn't it a celebrity Hollywood party?"

"Why were you off to Panic! At the Disco?"

Jackson dealt the nerve-wracking barrage of questions very nervously. He cried out, "We were grounded! Dad forbade us to - "

"Why were you grounded?"

"Because we were fighting incessantly!"

"And why were you fighting?"

"BECAUSE WE'RE SIBLINGS! THAT'S WHY!"

"Excuse me, boy, get back to the part about Beyonce's party!"

In light of Miley's death, I suppose, Robbie revealed shocking information to the world.

"You want to know why she's headed for Beyonce's Hollywood party even though she's a nobody? Well, I'll tell you why she's going. 'Cause she's not a nobody! She's Hannah Montana!"

The studio audience, reporters, the whole wide world who were watching, gasped in shock, aghast.

Robbie went on to describe the details. He answered all the questions before they were asked. He told the entire story behind Hannah. Apparently, Hannah Montana was just a stage name, and the wig was a means of disguise. The songs "Best of Both Worlds", "The Other Side of Me" and some others reflected the philosophy as to why they were keeping the entire double-life thing a secret. Miley wanted to live a normal life as well as a pop-star life.

The reporters were in a state of shock.

"So, she's definitely Hannah?"

"Yes. And with her now gone, there will be no more Hannah Montana. We owe the fans out there an apology."

I stared at the TV screen, aghast. Recalling the times when I was with Hannah while on the set of Zombie High, I remembered confessing my feelings for Miley. Was I talking to the very person whom I loved without knowing it? Hannah was Miley in disguise?

How come I never knew? Miley led a double life, one of a regular person, the other a mega pop star. So she'd been off to the Hollywood party because she was a celebrity!

The show was not over yet. Jackson described the thrilling attempt to escape the situation before Miley met her gruesome death. I flinched when Jackson told everyone about how the truck was driven off a cliff, and they were suspended only by a branch. The entire audience cried when Miley spoke her should-have-been final words to Jackson before the truck tumbled into the abyss. Soon, we realised that the death of Miley was almost directly Jackson's fault.

Which must have been the reason to why there's all this controversy going on at the time. Jackson nearly landed himself in jail.

The Miley and Hannah story didn't stay in the international news section of the Romanian newspaper. It made it to the headlines. Emblazoned on the front page were the words, "HANNAH MONTANA'S SECRET REVEALED! SENSATIONAL STORY!"

I had been in no mood to shoot any movie at all during those dark days. No doubt everyone must have witnessed my brooding depressed state, for they began to sympathize with me the best they could, even though they did not know the whole personal story about me being in love with Miley.

Miley, why did you have to leave so suddenly? Don't you know how much I think about you in a day?

Luckily for me, the break was coming in a day's time. The director allowed the crew and cast one week of holiday before they resumed filming the movie. That means I had the freedom to fly back to the United States to attend Miley's funeral. In the interview, Robbie told them he was going to hold the funeral in Tennessee, where they came from. Miley was to be buried in Stewart-owned land two days after today. Because this interview was shown internationally, I worked out the time, and decided that Robbie would be holding the funeral tomorrow. I booked the air ticket to Nashville, Tennessee, and awaited for the sun to rise.

What a nightmare. I never dreamed of such a thing like this to happen.

I had to see it for myself.

Phew! FINALLY! What was an endless toil to churn up something not exactly good, but remotely decent for my standards, I managed to come up with a bridge. It took me a whole four days to actually think right and finish writing this. Unconsciously, I wrote close to 6000 words, the highest I've ever written. Now, the bridge is built. All I have to do now is to cross the bridge so that I may secure the ultimate victory!

Sadly, that also means that this story would come to an end. At this I would like to raise a poll. I implore all reviewers and readers to participate in this poll.

Terrorking Tragedian declares a poll for all readers:

Just like all quadratic equations in Mathematics have two possible answers, so does stories have two conclusions, possibly more. I had thought up of two ways to end this story. Will readers and reviewers please choose between the two choices:

1.A normal ending to the story. Basically a funeral, a burial, and an ending that says, "One year later, they come back and put flowers on the grave." Very cliche, and highly overused, but it is an expected outcome of the events; the usual conclusion to such tragic stories. The way I would want it to end.

2.An unconventional, totally original and completely new way to end the story. Might possibly prolong the story. A plot twist that turns the story into a much happier one, ending off with a magnificent positive tone. Not the way I would want the story to end, for this is essentially a tragedy, but a completely new way to conclude. And yes, it will be shocking.

So, what do you think should be the outcome of this story? The majority wins, remember. I have BOTH endings planned out well in my mind; in fact, the reason why I was so motivated to get this chapter over with was so that I could hurry up and put the last chapter down in writing! (Well, typing, actually) So please, VOTE by means of reviews! PM and email are also accepted; I don't care how you try and contact me.

Terrorking Tragedian