AN:Personally I don't like how this sequal turned out at all. I mean I wrote it, I like it. But writing it is tedious and I'm SO sorry I haven't updated in...too long. I hope you can forgive me and maybe this time I'll be better!!!

Too Much In The End

KAY'S POV

My heart is heavy as I enter Degrassi once again. Tim is still in the hospital, still living through the debate of whether he can keep his legs or not. It's been six weeks, they might as well say he's keeping them. They're still on right? I stare at all the people around me, their lives no longer colliding with mine, they never truly did. Carrie ignores me even more completely now, she thinks it's my fault Tim got hurt. . . .Everyone thinks a lot of things are my fault. Some people who knew my mother believe it was my fault she died.. . because she died fighting for me. I wonder if that's true. I try to not to think about it. I watch Quinn walk through the halls, hand in hand with her best friend, her girlfriend. So accepting many are in this school. Our parent's generation opened a lot up for this school I suppose.

I feel sick, I need to puke. BuT I can't.I have to keep walking through the hall to Mrs. Hogart's class. I have to keep my head held high and my heart shut tight. Nothing is more painful than losing your child, one you were really excited for. I enter the class and for the first time in all my life no one moves. Their eyes don't shift towards the door to see who is entering. Everyone is focused on the person in front of the classroom. An officer who says he is waiting for me. An officer is talking to Mrs. Hogart, to Emma. I sigh. I know what has happened. The officer takes my hand.

"Tim. . .didn't make it through amputation." I nod. I have no more tears.

ASHLEY'S POV

Kay hasn't spoken. She hasn't cried, hasn't eaten. It's as if my child is gone from earth, as if losing Tim killed her too. Am I to suffer another death in my lifetime? Another loss, pain? Quinn is absorbed in her girlfriend. It is hard to accept but she is alive and well. She is smiling and honest and happy. How I wish I could have the same with Kay. But that will never be the case. Kay can never be classified as 'normal.' The trauma from her childhood too deep, the knowledge of her parent's deaths too mindnumbingly painful to comprehend. It's terrifying to remember. The fear I felt. The knowledge of the fake bomb. Of killing Craig. How Manny died for her child. All of it is amazingly terrifying, even though he is dead . . .I feel I still must lock my doors six times more at night.

The funeral was beautiful. It was only yesterday and I am feeling as if my child has lived more years than I have. I wonder what would have been of her child. I wonder if Tim would have survived if that bonehead of a fucking doctor had known what he was doing. The bastard severed an artery. He killed a child of someone I've known for years upon years. How does God let these things happen? I kiss my cross and a sleeping Quinn on the forhead before closing her bedroom door. I'm heading towards Kay's door, why do I feel I won't find her there?

Her window is open, her room is empty. There is a newspaper on her bed. FIRE DESTROYS HOUSE. She is going to burn the garage. . .I fear she is going to burn herself with it. I grab my keys, leave a note for Quinn and dash to my car. Not another death. That garage will not claim another life.

KAY'S POV

The garage is before me. Matches in my hand. Kerosene in the other, gas. I will burn the fucker down. It has taken too much from me. My parents, my child, my chance at a normal life. I spit on the ground. I curse my father. He took my chance at happiness and a real smile. God took the smile I had. I can't live with this anymore. My mother was beaten to death, my father beaten to death. I will not be beaten. I will burn.

I walk into the garage and poor gasoline all around it. I pay special attention to the room I was held captive in. Where my mother died. Then I poor it on myself. But I have left the matches outside. Careless fool. Dammit. I exit the garage for the last time.

ASHLEY'S POV

I watch Kay exit, she's wet. Is it gas? I think so I leave the car running and in park. Kay see's me and nods, smiles. No god No. I run to her but she is faster she runs into the garage and slams the door in my face. I bang on the door. Bang as hard as I can. Dear god I never thought I would be banging to get into this hell hole. Not Kay, she can't die, she can't. Especially not here. I scramble for my cell phone. 911. I hear the flick of a lighting match. Dear god have mercy.

KAY'S POV

I see my mother drive up and run after me. I am faster. I wonder what she thinks as she begs to get into the garage that took her boyfriends life. The father of her child and step-child. I'll always wonder. I stare around me for the last time. I light the match. And now I will burn I throw the match through the doorframe into a room that was mine. I watch the bed I lost my virginity in lap in flames. I hear sirens. Quickly. I light another match and another throwing them randomly. Now I sit on the couch and I wait for the pain. the searing of my flesh.

Tears fall down my face. My god it hurts.

ASHLEY'S POV

They break down the door easily, the hose sprays. But they find no one in there. No one alive anyway. I feel my stomach drop and my heart ache. I feel tears that won't come because in some odd way I know I am comforted. Kay's pain is over and she is finally hugging her mother. I don't know how to feel. I don't know what to think. My eighteen year old daughters charcoal black body is brought out on a stretcher as they throw a sheet over her. I catch a glimpse of what is left of her, I stare at the garage. The same officer comes up to me.

"It's gone. And she is as well. I am sorry." She says quietly. She knows my pain I wonder if they will convict me. They cannot, the garage burned from the inside. I walk to my car and head home. Staring at the house from my rearview mirror.

"There Craig, now it is finally finished in more ways than one." I sob.

oThe Endo