(Big thanks to Lance-Dusk, Zro-Kemuri 9t6, jamesss, and Emperor Eclair for your awesome reviews! I loved writing this story, and it was a challenge as it was my first first person fanfic. Did it go well, please tell me! XD This is it, this is the final, this is the be all end all! What comes next and how will it end? Read on, for what I consider one of the best endings of my Final Destination stories ever.

One year had passed since the accident, and Tom and I, mostly me, went through a number of surgeries and pain, but we survived. I thought it was finally over, no one died in a year, so it must have ended, right? I still had my theories though, but nothing had happened.

Well, Me, Tom, a slightly chubbier Katie were walking together with James, who was nice to us...

"Hey! Can't you fucking see we are WALKING HERE!" He cried out as a car splashed a puddle over his new black suit and black crutches.

...But otherwise, was still a complete asshole.

"It'll be fine." Tom said, absently scratching his shoulder. I saw the scar the shard had left, and it was large and disfigured like a small snake. The shard had cut off some nerves and Tom occasionally had spasms in his arm. "We still got two hours until the funeral. You can get it cleaned."

"No... no, you can't really see it any way." James said, taking a swig of a coke bottle. He didn't drink alchohol, as that harmed his fighting career and health, even though it was likely he was never going to go back.

"You're right, you can hardly see it." Katie said, comfortably walking next to us. Overall, Katie hadn't experienced any injuries apart from shock, and was the best of us all.

I on the other hand, was most likely the worst. I wheeled my way through the cafe door. Yes, I said wheeled. You see, my legs were damaged, true, but what I didn't find out until after I got to the hospital was that a shard of metal got into my spinal cord, practically paralyzing me waist down. I could still move my big toe, but that's not very useful now, is it.

"You okay?" Tom asked with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied, manoeuvring my way to the corner of the cafe, then slowly lifting myself from my chair and sliding onto the plush corner seat. Tom slid next to me, while James and Katie sat together. "A year, huh..."

"Yeah..." Katie muttered.

"It's a wonder why they made the funeral after a year though... since the others died in practically a month."

"Apparently Lucy's firm filed some sort of lawsuit, which prevented the funeral for quite a long while. But they finally got beaten."

I leaned back in my chair, again feeling the odd sensation of having no movement of my legs, but being able to feel the limbs were there.

"Hello, may I help you?" A kind voice called out.

I turned to the man, and started off ordering.

LINE BREAK

We ate dinner, and this is where I stop writing my diary. I want to start a new life, possibly get with Tom, and just try and be normal. And I do not need a diary like this, not anymore. It's over, and I just want a normal life, with (hopefully) a normal husband, with normal kids, and maybe a normal dog or cat. I just want my life back.

One Month Later

Rose Everdeen shook her hair from her eyes, and let herself be pushed by her fiancé, Tom White. Tom's wife had actually divorced him, and Tom and Rose got together. At the moment they were in a clear graveyard, with beautiful worn grey gravestones.

"It's weird, isn't it." Rose said, while glancing at a crane working on part of the church. "It's a place of death, yet so beautiful."

"Things can be... different, sometimes, that's for sure." Tom replied, leaning down and kissing Rose on the cheek.

"Hey!" A voice called out, and Tom and Rose looked up to see Katie Fraser hanging off James King's arm.

"Katie!" Rose replied delightfully, as their two old friends came over. "James!" Rose looked to Katie, straight in the eyes. "You finally got together then."

"Hell yeah we did!" James called out, grasping Tom's hand and shaking it. "How you doing, Tom."

"I'm good, James, thanks for asking." Tom replied, smiling at James.

"So, when's the wedding?" Katie asked.

"Oh, in around four months." Tom said, before poking Rose childishly in the cheek. "She insisted on going earlier, just so she wouldn't go completely crazy and get it all done."

"Well, enough chatting..." Rose cut in. "Let's go."

"Sure thing." James turned, and led the way.

The group of four moved closer towards the church, where a group of white grave stones stood to the side. On them were the names:

Vincent Cold

Lucy Norman

Freya Holiday

All victim's of Death. Harry Goldwater, another victim, was buried closer to his family. Rose wiped a tear off of her face and smiled sheepishly.

"oh, man... I also cry when I see their graves."

"It's fine, Rose." Tom muttered in Rose's ear, leaning down and pecking her on the cheek. "I'm sure there living full immortal lives up there."

In an odd, strange moment, the four of them looked up.

All of a sudden, a snap sounded.

"WATCH OUT!" a worker shouted, from inside the crane chassis.

Katie was first to look at the waving man oddly, before a steel girder suddenly smashed her in the chest, cracking open her rips and letting blood splatter over the shocked faces of James, Tom and Rose.

"No..." Rose muttered, as she heard a creaking, and the crane rod swung through the air, smashing James into the ground in a splatter of blood and gore. Tom moved Rose back, horrified as the wall of the church started to collapse. The crane's rod had smashed into the rock. Tom, in a moment of desperation, pushed Rose forward, letting himself be crushed by the heavy rocks.

"NO!" Rose screamed, as her manual wheelchair started to descend down a hill. "Katie! James! TOM! Not again! Not again!" Rose continued her descent down the hill, getting faster. Suddenly she came to an erupt stop, her eyes bulging out her head. Three spikes which came out of the gate to the graveyard had embedded themselves into her chest, and Rose slowly felt her vision fading.

LINE BREAK

Rose gasped and opened her eyes, a drop of sweat falling down her forehead. The gasp went unnoticed, however.

"I'm good James, thanks for asking." Tom replied to a question from James.

"So, when's the wedding?" Katie asked.

"Oh, in around four months." Tom said, before poking a shocked Rose childishly in the cheek. "She insisted on going earlier, just so she..." Tom suddenly looked down to Rose in concern. She was had let a bad cover-up of a sob and a tear slid its way down her face. "Are you okay?"

In a moment of realization, Rose's eyes widened. She knew, just knew that she couldn't escape it. "Something in my eye. Come on, let's go see those graves."

(Wow, I kinda feel sad just writing that last sentence. Yes, Rose knew it would never end, and she led her friends and herself to die. Would you have done that? So, is came to an end, and I loved writing this. I'm probably not gonna write another FD fic for a long while. However, sometime in the future, no idea, I'll be rewriting my Egyptian Heritage. Thanks one and all! See you whenever!)