Ok this is it. The last chapter of this story… Oh how sad :( Ok well before we start…
AB- And lets see, I wrote this one on Sunday, so yeah… I am so tired, community service is SO exhausting! And I have dancing in less than an hour… Is it as bad at your place? One more day, I dunno if I'm happy or sad… Anyways, can I just ask you something? Were you okay on Monday night/Tuesday morning? Cos you seemed a bit different… Just looking out for you, ok?
Jen- Wow a new reader of this strange, strange story! Well I agree with you… Jennifer is a bit… sameish if you get me, like all her roles are the same irritating person. Hope you like the last chapter!
And thank you to the others who reviewed the last chapter, and everyone who reviewed any of the chapters! You're feedback keeps me going!
Ok one last note, I got really stuck while writing this, so I figured, when in doubt, write about the most important/interesting thing in the world… ME! Don't worry, you'll understand what I mean when you read it.
Afterward, Jordan and Woody both suddenly felt extremely self-conscious, and immediately put their clothes back on. Even though she was passed out, Devan was still like only three metres away.
And let's face it, there's nothing romantic about a hard concrete floor.
Jordan thought for a moment, before carefully saying, "Woody, I think I kissed you."
"Whoa Jordan, you think?" That question, of course, came from Devan, who had just woken up.
Jordan shrugged. "I was referring to before when Woody said I had to kiss him."
"Yes, and I think the main word in that sentence is kiss. Kiss, Jordan, not fuck!" Devan was now in a bloody rage, blood pretty much everywhere.
Jordan raised an eyebrow. "I really don't think Woody minded too much…"
Woody, who had been in some kind of cosmic trance, suddenly realised someone was talking on his behalf.
Bad.
"No, Jordan, you don't talk for me, I talk for me!"
Devan was suddenly filled with hope, and Jordan was suddenly filled with dread…
Jordan swallowed hard. "Ok, Woody, you speak for you."
Devan perked up… perkily. "Yeah, did you not enjoy your quality time with Jordan just before?"
Woody smiled. "No… I liked it very, very much…"
Devan's jaw would have dropped if it wasn't so sore, and Jordan smiled before nudging Woody and whispering, "Why didn't you just let me say that?"
Woody took Jordan's head in his hands and kissed her forehead. "Cos I wanted you to know."
"Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay… and is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
Woody looked down… "It's a gun, you know, the one you asked me to bring?"
"Oh yeah! Well then take it out, I want to see!"
It was then that Devan started to panic. Was Jordan really going to kill her? And was Woody really just going to stand and take it all in?
Was it really going to end, right here, right now, in an endless room, her life taken by people she had trusted?
Find out… after the break.
Jordan held the gun in her hand, it was a crappy gun, of course, because she didn't want to waste anything on Devan Maguire, a bitchy blonde beast.
As she pointed the gun at Devan, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Woody faintly smile at her, a sign to let Jordan know that he trusted her to make the right decision.
She turned back around and looked right into Devan's eyes. Devan looked… scared, yet in the back of her eyes Jordan could still the evil that would never leave Devan, no matter how helpless she became.
She was about to shoot when she stopped herself.
"No." She whispered, before lowering the gun, and dropping it on the floor.
Devan was relieved… and confused.
" Jordan… I don't understand."
Jordan smiled a calculating smile. "If I shoot you, it ends. All the pain… ends. And it shouldn't. I want you to live with the knowledge of what you did, and the people you hurt, and the way it all slammed back in your face! I want you to live… and to remember… and to hurt."
Woody nodded in agreement, before realising a very important point he had to make.
"However, Devan, that does not mean you can continue to trespass on our lives. We want you gone, gone forever! I hear Ethiopia is good this time of year…"
"I was thinking of Europe actually…" Devan interrupted, smiling at the thought of living in Italy, France, China or some other European country.
Woody shrugged. "Whatever! Just away from Jordan and me because we love each other and there is no room for you. I repeat, there is no vacancy in the inn!"
"Ok, ok, I get it, so do you think you could uncuff me?"
and then...
As the girl lay in her bed, pen in hand, she thought to herself, "how can they get out of an endless room that has no exit?" She'd always imagined the end of the story would be outside, with Woody and Jordan walking into the night, like in the end of that episode from season two, Bombs Away, but it didn't really seem to fit anymore. Maybe she could just leave it hanging at the "uncuff me" line, you know, leave it up to interpretation. I mean, Europe or the endless room, Devan would still be emotionally and physically SCARRED.
As her hand started to hurt, she looked at the time. It was getting kinda late and she really needed to get some sleep, seeing as tomorrow was going to be an adventure. So she put down her pen, saying goodbye to Jordan, Woody, that evil bitch Devan, and her story. The end.
Ok it's all over... no more devan torture... hope you liked it, let me know if you did!