A/N: Oh! Yay! I have a beta for the next story! Many thanks to stealthy290!

Epilogue

Charlie looked down at the stone through his sun glasses. No tears flowed on the bright, sunny day. His curls jumped around in the wind, getting in his face. But he didn't care. He was just glad that he was free, to be able to have the wind blow his hair.

He wanted to cry and yell at the stone. It was telling everyone a lie.

A sudden rage filled Charlie and he kicked the stone, right where it said ...Great Man .... That was bullshit. He was not a great man. he was a horrible, little, balding man who should have never been born.

Charlie bit his lip to stop himself from crying out as pain filled his foot.

Charlie just kicked it again, this time where it said, ... Will Be Missed. Like hell, no one will miss him. He went crazy for God sakes! And not crazy like Charlie crazy, but crazy like an axe-murderer. No, Charlie would not miss this man.

"Why?" Charlie asked the stone quietly.

Of course, the only answer he got was the whisper of the trees as the wind grew stronger.

"Why me?" Charlie asked in a stronger voice. "Why did you have to go crazy? You were my doctor - you weren't supposed me part of my demise." He sighed, "You really piss me off. I had done nothing to you and you! You go and kidnap me. I am relieved, even glad to see you cold and in the ground. And knowing that I feel that way makes me angry because I should not feel that way towards anyone. My mom taught me to always see the best in people. But I do not see anything good about you. She also taught me too not hate others, but I cannot feel any other emotion towards you. You are ... were ... a monster. And you've made me a monster, just like you." Charlie paused and ran his hand through his hair, "I hope you realize your actions and that you are sorry for them, asshole."

With that Charlie turned and started walking away from Tirry's grave. But soon he was in front of another grave.

Tears weld up in his eyes as he sat down in the grass next to the stone.

"I am sorry." Charlie swallowed, "I am sorry that I have disrespected you by feeling the way I do about the man a few yards away. I've tried not to hate him, but I can't stop. I am so scared of what I'm going to become." He sighed and leaned his head against the stone, "I miss you so much, mom. I don't know how I've lived this long without you. It gets so hard sometimes. But I know that if I ... did something that Don and Dad would be devastated - again. And I know how they took it all the other three times I've tried and I don't think they could take a fourth. Even if I don't succeed."

Suddenly Charlie felt a hand on his shoulder, "Succeed at what?"

Charlie looked up, "It doesn't matter, Don."

Don sat down next to him. "Come on. You can tell me."

"No I can't." Charlie sighed, "But it's fine."

"So," Don started, "What all did you and mom talk about?"

"She didn't talk back Don." Charlie muttered. "I've gotten enough of my sanity back to not hallucinate about her."

"I didn't mean ..." Don sighed. "That's not what I meant by the statement."

Charlie yawned.

"Tired, Buddy?"

Charlie nodded slowly. "I haven't been sleeping well."

Don nodded, "I know. Dad's told me."

Charlie cursed, "I wish he wouldn't hear me."

"It's alright." Don helped Charlie up, "Let's get you home. You've had a big day."

On the way to Don's SUV, Charlie spoke up quietly, "It was closed casket."

"I know."

"Because he got smashed from the debris."

"I know."

"And It's all my fault that he's dead."

Don paused, "That is not true." He turned and made Charlie look at him, "It is not your fault that Tirry died."

"Yes it is."

"No, It's not."

"It's my fault because if I hadn't been here then he wouldn't have kidnapped me and tortured me. Then he wouldn't have been arrested and he wouldn't have been at that place during the earthquake and the debris wouldn't have fallen and smashed him!"

"Charlie." Don used force on the name, "It is not you're fault. None of this that has happened recently is your fault. Do you understand?"

"If it's not my fault, then who's is it?"

Don sighed, "I don't know Charlie. But it's not your fault."

Charlie sighed, maybe Don was right. Maybe it wasn't his fault. Maybe everything was just out of his control right now. That makes sense because if it would all be in his control - nothing would be like this.

Charlie started to the SUV again and Don followed closely behind.

On the way back to Charlie's house, Charlie had fallen asleep. And Don was glad that his brother was getting some rest - even if it was in a vehicle.

A light flashed on. Charlie stared at what it was showing as he could feel the chills run down his back.

The pain was there, fresh, anew. The chains around his neck and wrists again. The smell of the dark basement filled his nostrils.

He saw Tirry come near him in the darkness with a sad smile on his face.

Charlie tried backing away, "Please. No more. I don't want it to hurt anymore."

Don glanced at his brother when Charlie groaned in his sleep and sweat started to appear on his forehead.

Tirry sat next to him on the ground, "Chuck..."

"Don't call me Chuck!" Charlie finally got the courage to yell at Tirry, "I don't want to be called Chuck! And you've made it even worse! When Don called me Chuck I freaked out and it is all your fault!"

Charlie watched in horror as a tear rolled down Tirry's cheek, "I am sorry." He reached out to Charlie.

Don started to panic for his brother when he heard Charlie yell something under his breath and flinch.

Charlie was amazed that Tirry had reached out to take the chains off Charlie. "W-What?"

"I am so sorry, Chuck." Tirry sighed, "I understand more now that I'm, well, Dead." Tirry paused, "And you have every right to be mad at me. Hell, I'd be pissed if I were you."

"I am pissed. Did you not hear when I told you that?" Charlie stood up and faced Tirry, "I don't want to forgive you of anything!"

"And I didn't expect to be forgiven." Tirry said, "I expect to be gone from you're life. But not forgotten."

Charlie scoffed, "Oh, Don't worry. I don't think I can ever forget you." He answered angrily.

Tirry grinned his awful smile, "Good. Then I will live on then."

"-lie! Charlie!"

Charlie jumped awake, panting and shaking in the SUV.

Don sighed, "Thank god. I was getting really worried, Buddy."

Charlie swallowed, "W-Worried?"

"Yeah, buddy. You were having a nightmare and it was freaking me out. I had to pull over and try to wake you." Don voice was full of concern and worry. "What were you dreaming about?"

"N-Nothing." Charlie answered, obviously still not recovered from the dream. "I-It wasn't of anything im-important."

"Not important? God, Charlie! You were yelling and freaking out! It looked like you were having a panic attack!" Don paused, "Please tell me that your nightmares at night are not all like that one."

Charlie let out a sigh, "No. They aren't." Tirry has never apologized. Charlie thought.

"So they normally aren't this bad?"

"Worse." Charlie answered under his breath.

Don didn't hear his answer, "I hope they aren't that bad. But if they are that explains why Dad has been so worried about you lately."

"He's been worried?"

"Why else do you think he made me come with you to the funeral? Remember, you wanted to go by yourself and he wouldn't let you."

Don was right. Alan had been hovering over Charlie more than ever. He sighed. "Let's just go home."

Alan stayed awake during the night. Like always. Just waiting to hear Charlie wake up from his nightmares.

But he had kept falling asleep tonight. He looked at his clock. 2:48. It was 2:48 and Charlie still hadn't woken up from a nightmare? Something was up.

He got up to go and check on Charlie.

Walking as quietly as he could he peeked into Charlie room. Just to find him fast asleep, with a grin on his face.

Alan smiled, no nightmares tonight. This would be the first night without nightmares since he came home. Apparently going to the funeral did help Charlie.

Before Alan shut the door, he heard Charlie talking.

"Flynn, tell Toby to get out of the sky. It's not a place for windmills."

Fin

A/N: Well, what do you think? Good ending? Crappy? Do you want to through tomatoes at me?
Well, I want you all to stay tuned for the third story.
Name: " Gone to Be Forgotten" (Thank you Curtisbrothersfan)
Main idea from SyberiaWinx
Beta: stealthy290
Online Date: -shrugs- whenever I get it written, beta-ed, and online.