The Last Rose | Wattys 2017

Chapter Five

I never thought I would end like this. I always pictured myself with a husband and children... I even picked out names. Sophie for a girl, and Owen for a boy. I thought that when my time came, I would be surrounded by family, and feel loved. Not have my dead friends screaming at my dead, shot body.

I wanted to be a doctor. To help people who are in need. I wanted to save lives. Now that mine is over, I can't do that. I had saved money my whole life. I even picked the university I was going to go to. Not anymore.

Time is running out, what more can I say? I wish I could see my family one last time. I was I could help my friends solve the case. I was I could have known in advance when I would go. I would have done more to help. There are so many things I regret.

I can feel the blood pouring out of my skull. It's warm, but everything else is cold. Everything is dark, oh how I wish I could see. I can still hear the screams of my friends. Why do I have to hear. I wish I could calm them down, tell them it's okay, tell them IM okay. I'm not in pain. It was quick.

My family. They will be devastated. I can imagine the police going to my house, and telling them the news. I can already hear their cries.

All I needed was one a couple seconds of sight. I could have seen who did this to me. Who did this to Nella. I know they were the same person. I just do.

   Oh god, who was it? Think. Think. No. I can't think. I can't do anything. I'm loosing my memory.

   What did I want to do when I grew up? I can't remember. Did I want to have children? No, I don't think so. But did I?

   What are the names of my friends? Who are my parents? How did I end up like this?

Oh no oh no not yet. I'm running out of time. I can feel the sheet over my cold body. I can sense the lights of their cars. People are here. From the neighborhood. I can feel their presence.

I can see the other side. Nella is on the other side. It's okay on the other side. Everything is okay.

I can hear the gun shot over and over in my head. Please stop. Please...

I'm being carried. I can feel a slight breeze. I'm in a car. It's moving. Where am I going? No. I want to stay I'm not ready.

My life is playing through my head. It only takes seven minutes. Seven. Just like the number pieces of the ouija board we broke it into. Right before I died.

   Carrie and Ashley. I think those were their names. I think they were.

They are taking my clothes off. Why? Why are they stripping me? They are examining me. I was my clothes in. It's the only thing I have left, the only thing to remind me of my house, my life. My friends bought me this sweater. Please, let me keep it.

I'm being pushed into a small space. A box, if you will. It's silent now. No. I don't like it. I'm claustrophobic. Please let me out.

This is it. My time is up. I will miss everyone. I wish I had one more minute to say goodbye.

Please my dear friends, take your time to get to the other side. Find out who did this. Please, avenge me.

   I have to go now. Please take of yourselves.

Im sorry.

   Goodbye.