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And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

“The abusive pricks died?” Cain said. “On the same day?” “Damn right they did,” Holt said. “Then you know what happened?” “What?” Eli asked, clearly not relishing the answer. “What happened?” “Well, when Eli got the news that both of his worthless piece-of-shit sons had died because of his failure to do the right thing, he fell from his seat, broke his neck, and died instantly.” “Really?” Holt said. “That’s a pretty satisfying ending. I mean, not for Eli, but you know… on the whole it is. Which book is that all in?”

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like

Alright. He kept sending me videos from nine onward. There was nothing out of the ordinary. It looked like I had to wait until they were done negotiating. When class was over, I was about to do some revising when noticed the cell hidden in my book receiving messages like crazy. I clicked my cell and saw it filled with news of John being dead.

She answered in less than an heartbeat and I really just had to conclude that she must really have something against John Green. "Wow! They both had sad endings. Why do you prefer the former?" "A Walk To Remember had an open ending. The author never said she died. With the way he completed it, it seemed so much that she survived." I never thought of it like that. I concluded she died. Readers that held on the belief that she survived it were the same set of readers that'd keep hoping that Kainene was still stucked in the enemy's territory. But I wasn't going to say that. I was going to allow her to keep thinking that. Some times, it's just good to be deluded of the real things.

The guy in front of me is shorter than Ryan’s 6’3” by a few inches. I exhale. Ryan lived in goofy graphic T-shirts his mom picked up for him at the local thrift store, and this guy is wearing a kind of ridiculous blazer. I inhale. The guy in front of me has thick, muscular arms. Despite his height and his few seasons on the basketball team, Ryan hated sports and barely had enough muscle to lift some of his older cameras. And the most important one? The Dana in my mind taps her pencil against her clipboard. Ryan is dead. The guy in front of me isn’t Ryan because I watched Ryan die, and I remember every second like it was yesterday. I exhale shakily and relax my grip on the desk.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve read several novels like this, but the main character almost always dies in their world. Dread fills me; did I die in my sleep? I didn’t even get to read the last Game of Thrones novel; how could I have died? I’m young and healthy, yeah I’m relatively thick, but a little fat never hurt anyone.

Our father and daughter moments, the nights when I couldn't sleep and I'll sneak up to lie between the both of them. I looked around one last time before leaving and heading down to the place where I always saw him go to but never knew what exactly went down there. Despite the mask that covered my nose I was hit with a very awful smell probably from the blood of the victims whose lives were taken here years ago. The shelves, files, books and his weapons were all scattered. I noticed a book was opened and a pen was sitting and curiosity led me to see what was in it. I picked it up and looked at the cover to see it was the same black book as the one Don gave me.