******Hello again! Well gang, we have come to this. The last chapter of the Nightmare series. Out of all the chapters that I have written for the three stories, this one is my most favorite. I do hope that y'all love it too!

I just wanted to say, thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, followed or read this story or the two others. You are all amazing!

My next stories are Broken which is a Law and Order CI story and Dolls which is not a fanfic story, although I am thinking about incorporating some Castle into it. :)

Well anyways, enjoy and REVIEW!

Here, for the last time, is the Epilogue!

Epilogue: Olivia's POV

"I love you." I whispered for the last time. The rain poured down as Rosalie's coffin was lowered into the ground. "I always will."

I want to say so much more than that. I want to tell her that I miss her terribly and that all I want to do is hold her tight and never let go.

I don't want to believe that Rosalie is dead. It doesn't sound right. She should be alive, and there shouldn't be a funeral going on. There shouldn't be a stranger talking about a life taken too soon.

This can't be happening.

I did everything I could to help her and yet, I didn't save her. She died and I let it happen. I don't deserve to live after this. I am a horrible mother because I let my daughter die.

Tears fall fast down my cheeks. I swipe them away with tissues, but after a while, I just let them fall like the rain. Fast and hard. My colleagues squeeze my shoulder or pull me into a hug. They are just as shocked as I am over Rosalie's death. They never expected something like that to happen. I don't blame them.

Soon the funeral was over. People started to leave. None of the other detectives want to leave me alone, but I told them to go. I wanted to be alone with the grave of my daughter.

I don't care about the muddy earth as I go down on my knees in front of the gravestone. I stare at the name, my daughter's name on the stone and can't help but cry even more. I am alone again. Back to what my life was before Rosalie was born. No family, no boyfriend or husband, no kids, no anything. I hate it. I hate being alone. It hurts so much. It twists my heart like a towel being wrung out. When Rosalie died that day, a large chunk of my heart went with her. That, and my whole life and world.

"I know how you feel,"

I gasp and quickly look around but no one was there.

"John I swear to God, if this is one of your fucking tricks..." I start angrily.

"John and the rest are not here. They are in the parking lot, waiting for you,"

I shake my head. Am I hearing voices? This isn't good. I stand up and see that my dress now has mud stains from kneeling.

"Great," I mutter, trying to fix the problem with tissues.

"Is that how you would present yourself to your colleagues? God you are so disgusting!"

A pang of hurt fills my body. I grab makeup mirror from my purse and realize how disgusting I really am. My makeup is jacked up, my eyes are red, but what stands out is my cheeks. They look so...so...big. I quickly throw the mirror back into my purse. What was I doing? Shame on you Olivia for believing something from a random voice. It isn't true.

"Those cheeks of yours. God I remember someone who had those cheeks. Fat and puffy,"

Suddenly a woman, about my age, appeared in front of me. But…she wasn't there. Not really. I noticed was how skinny she was though. It was...beautiful.

"Do you know how fat and ugly you are Olivia?" she said to me, crossing her skinny arms.

"I look fine, thank you very much," I retort, looking away from her, but she appears in my vision again.

"Don't you want to be skinny though? Attractive maybe?" she asks coming closer to me.

"I don't need to listen to you," I snap back.

"Jesus Christ, you are stubborn! Alright, have it your way. Be fat. Be gross. Stay alone for the rest of your life!"

Another pang of hurt fills my body. I don't want to be alone. It scares me to be alone, without Rosalie in my life.

"With me, you won't be alone. I can help you Olivia. I can make you perfect. It takes a lot of hard work and determination, but I know we can do it! Together. What do you say? Don't you want to be happy?"

I start to cry again, I can't believe I am talking to this made-up, not real imagination...but I can't get rid of her. She seems to have glued herself to my mind and won't go away. Didn't Rosalie say that she had something similar? A girl named Ana? Could this be the Ana that killed my baby? No...it couldn't be. This Ana isn't evil and cruel. She seems like someone that will be there when I need her. She will be the one that will never leave me alone again. She will be my...friend. I wipe the tears from my eyes and say,

"Yes, I want to be happy,"

"Good," she purrs, smiling a cheeky sort of smile. "My name is Ana. Ana R. Xia,"

Suddenly I hear someone coming. I turn around and see Alex Cabot walk towards me. She came back to New York, from The Congo for the funeral.

"Hey Liv. How are you doing?" she asks.

"Fine," I respond.

"The guys, Amanda, and I are going for a bite to eat. Want to join us?"

"Lesson number one!" Ana suddenly speaks up. "Do you really want to add more to those love handles? To your arms and legs and cheeks? Think about what you're doing,"

I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. When I open them again, I smile and say,

"I'm not hungry,"

"Good...We are going to be great friends," Ana says with a smile and a wink.

THE END

A/N 2: And that my friends is the end of the Nightmare series. Good night everybody!