A/N: This is the last chapter! I already decided to make a sequel to this story. No one has reviewed yet to say that I have to make a sequel, so I made the decision myself :). Just enjoy the end of this story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Saw.

Epilogue

"Dad? DAD? Can you tell Paige to get out of my room? She won't listen to me!" Corbett exclaimed. Mark sighed. Corbett was now fifteen, and Paige was nine. Corbett still was a real girly-girl: She very much appreciated her own privacy. Paige just walking to her room was not what she wanted to, and was not what 'privacy' meant to her. Paige was a quiet girl. Just like her mother.

"Paige, come here!" Mark said. Paige was being neglected by Corbett. Or at least, that's what Mark thought, because they almost always argued.

"Yes, dad?" Paige said, as she walked into the room.

"Come here." Mark said as he tapped the place beside him on the couch. Paige sat down. Paige was a good child. She always spoke with two words when somebody asked her, she was never disgusting and never yelled at someone. Only Corbett yelled at Paige. He asked if she wanted to join ballet as well, just like Corbett. She did, but Corbett was angry when she found out he asked her. 'Why does she always have to copy me?' Corbett has screamed. Mark would talk to her this evening. This was not acceptable.

"Here, this is your mother. I know we told you some things about her, but I'm sure you still wonder who she was." He showed her a picture of Amanda. She had told him she wanted to know everything about Amanda. 'Later', Mark had told her when she asked for it. He thought she was still too young to understand.

"She made this video for you. She wanted me to give it when you were old enough. I think you are now, right?" Her eyes widened. She smiled.

"Yes!" She jumped on the couch. Mark laughed.

"I'll only show you when you calm down!" Mark laughed. Paige chuckled.

"Sorry!" Paige exclaimed. Mark smiled.

"Okay!" Mark chuckled. He got the remote and pressed play. Amanda appeared on the screen. Mark smiled. This was before that hard month with medicines, slaps in his face and a crying Amanda and Corbett. Amanda looked good on this.

"Hi Paige! When you get this tape, I'm already sleeping. But that doesn't mind. I hope your nine now, just like I asked Mark. I bet your pretty! As pretty as daddy! I wanted to tell you that I'm proud of you, whatever you want to do. If you want to join ballet, just like your big sister, I'm proud of you. If you want to live in a box on the street, I don't care, I'm proud of you! I will always watch over you, and over Corbett and Mark. Just know that. You're never alone. Will you watch over daddy? He can be really stubborn sometimes. I love you Paige, I always did and I will always do." Amanda gave a hand kiss, and turned out the video. Paige was smiling. This was her mother. She had only saw her mother on pictures. She had never heard her voice, never saw her moving. She looked at Mark. He was crying, but with a smile.

"Daddy? What's wrong?" Paige asked, and hugged Mark.

"Nothing, sweaty, nothing... I just... It's been almost nine years since I've seen Amanda for the last time... I just... Sometimes I miss her. Not as much as I missed her nine years ago, but I still miss her. Seeing you sometimes makes me upset. Not because I hate you, no, of course I don't! I love you very much, but so did Amanda. She wanted to see you grow up, just like Corbett grew up. She never got the chance... And you look a lot like your mother." Mark stated, and grabbed a picture of Paige out of his pocket. He laid it next to the picture of Amanda. Paige looked surprised. Obviously, she never knew how much she did look like Amanda.

"Now you know why Corbett does so mean to you. You remind her of Amanda. Corbett was five when her real mother died. She was seven when Amanda died. It was just too much for her. Of course she loves you, she really does. And that's what Amanda asked her to do. To be a good sister for you. Too bad you're so pretty, and you look so much like Amanda. That makes it difficult for Corbett."

"I'm sorry Paige." They heard from behind them. They looked around. Corbett stood behind the couch, her eyes full of tears. She had her pointes in her hands. She almost had to go to ballet lessons, when she heard Mark and Paige's conversation. She suddenly realized she was not a good sister. She was a terrible one. It made her heart break to realize she broke her promise to Amanda.

"Daddy's right. You do remind me a lot of Amanda." Corbett cried. She dropped her pointes and ran over to Paige. She hugged her. Mark smiled, and joined them.

"I love you, my two little ballerinas. And I'm sure Amanda does too." Paige and Corbett were now both crying. They broke apart. Mark stroked their faces.

"Done crying? Amanda would pinch you both now!" Mark laughed. Paige and Corbett chuckled. Don't cry for me, Amanda had said.

"Well, chop chop! You two need to go to ballet lessons!" Corbett rubbed her face. Paige jumped up and ran out of the room. Corbett still sat on the couch.

"I'm sorry dad..." Corbett said. Mark shook his head. He tapped his lap. She smiled. She crawled onto his lap, and leaned backwards. Just like nine years ago.

"It's okay. I don't mind. I only want to see you two happy, that's all." Mark whispered into Corbett's hair.

"And I want to see you happy." She smiled. She stood up, and turned around. She pulled something of from her neck. She held it before her. Mark smiled.

"It's my necklace. You still wear it?" Mark asked, slightly surprised. Corbett smiled.

"Of course I do!" Corbett exclaimed, and kissed his cheek. She ran to the door.

"Corbett! Wait!" Mark exclaimed, and ran after her. She turned around.

"There are two plastic bags on the kitchen table. One's for you, your name's on it." Corbett frowned, then ran into the kitchen.

"One's for you, your name's on it." Corbett frowned. Mark always surprised her and Paige. How the hell he did, she didn't know. Maybe he was Santa. He was invisible as well. She ran into the kitchen. She looked at the two bags. One with Paige's name on it, one with hers. She looked at the bag. Butterfly, it said. Huh, that's the ballet store in town. She opened it. She gasped. In the bag were new pointes. But not just some pointes. The pointes she had wanted since she was eight. She and Mark went to The Nutcracker. It was her favorite. She always was fascinated by all the costumes, the beautiful women on pointes. They could get souvenirs at the end of the show. There was a book with all sorts of pictures in it, from the show. One girl was dancing on white pointes. The exact white pointes she now found in this bag. She pulled them out, and looked at them. Suddenly, two hands got around her waist.

"And, do you love them?" Mark asked. Corbett nodded. She ran away.

Mark smiled. "Paige? Paige, sweaty, will you come here again?" Mark exclaimed, as he sat down in a chair. Paige came running down the stairs.

"Yes?" Mark picked up the bag, and gave it to her. Paige frowned, and looked into the bag. She gasped as well.

"Thanks dad!" Paige screamed. In her hands she had new ballet shoes as well. No pointes, but just normal ones. She still wasn't allowed to dance on pointes, much to her displeasure. Mark saw she tried it thought, with Corbett's old ones. He laughed. Just as stubborn as her mother, and her father sometimes.

"You're welcome! Now go! You're running late!" Mark said, and pushed her out of the kitchen. She nodded, and ran upstairs. Mark smiled. Two little, beautiful daughters, two ballerinas. His ballerinas. He looked at his wedding ring.

"They are safe and happy, Manda, just like I promised." Mark said, and kissed his ring.

A/N: Thanks for reading my story! I think the sequel to this story will be called 'Too much to cope'. Decide for yourself if you want to read it :). Don't forget to review though!