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A/N: The last chapter O.O

There was a moment of silence. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. My wrist hurt like hell and I was barely holding off the tears for Chris. I don't why I was even crying! It's not like I haven't lied before… My body hurt like hell, my head was still bleeding slightly (though I knew head wounds bled a lot) and I just wanted to… sleep. But sleep meant death and I wasn't ready to give up yet.

I shoved the pedal down again but it wouldn't go any further. It couldn't.

Chris watched me, his eyes darting between me the mirror, the back window of the car then back to me. I knew a thousand questions were burning in his head, mainly the one: Why? But I couldn't even answer those.

"Is this the end?" he whispered, staring at me. I sniffed, glancing in the mirror, gripped the wheel harder and stared at Chris. I felt emotions stir in my body and his eyes widen at realization after looking into my eyes.

"I hope not."

I was scared. No, I was terrified. I didn't want to die! I was still young, I still could have a family… hell, if I was really adventurous, and I could go and look up Uncle Jack! I shook my head; splattering blood drops on the window. Oh ironic…the scene the police would find at my scene would be the one that I saw for Chris.

It's a knee-slapper. Haha…

"Chris?"

"What?" he whispered and looked me straight in the eye. That's when I finally hit me what emotion was in his eye. The same thing I thought I had saw in Wade's but I figured, it was nothing but a game to him. I glanced at the mirror, stopping myself from saying what I was going to say and saw Victor's untiring pace behind us. Wade had lost that game we called life.

I stared at the road for a moment.

"Brooke…"

"He's getting closer."

"No!" screeched Chris, leaping up and grabbing the steering wheel. He whipped it to the left, missing the car going in the wrong lane and slammed into a tree. I leapt out of the car, seeing the air bag wasn't popping out. Everything was too much for me, just too much…

I had lost so much blood. My body was tired. I just wanted to sleep.

Victor's figure was getting closer. I could image his hand around my throat again; I felt sore and tender and bruised where he already grabbed me there. Chris was shouting something, but frozen in the sight of Victor. There was a wicked smirk on his face.

A blinding light.

What the hell? That didn't help me at all! I snarled to myself angrily, and slid over the hood of the car and grabbed his arm sleeve with my right hand. My wrist throbbed wildly and it seemed to be burning.

Why, why, why me?

I yanked at Chris's arms, preparing to literally tear him when Victor's figure came to close. I suddenly closed my eyes and let my body do the rest instinctively. I felt like a vision had taken over me completely, mind and body. All I was aware of… was that I was still holding Chris's arm sleeve. Then… I let go.

A great, blinding white come over everything. Suddenly, it turned pure white. I felt like I was put in an all white room, for the mentally insane in those asylum movies you would see.

"Hello?" I called out. I was barely aware that I was never, ever able to talk in visions. An excruciating pain came over me and I crumpled to the fall in a messed up heap. I felt the blood trickling from head, roll down my forehead. I was aware of it, but barely. I felt like I had gone into a numb mode.

The world around passed by like a movie put on fast forward for too long. Pictures blurred and mixed together. I couldn't get it. I couldn't understand it if I tried. I tried to move, but I was unable. I thought I saw Chris lying in the distance but when I focused in on him, he suddenly appeared very far away.

He disappeared.

I felt my eyes turn back to the blazing fast pictures above me.

Is this Heaven?

Or Hell?

Or was there nether a heaven or hell? Am I forever stuck in this white room, where everyone else is, stuck watching this messed up TV? I tried to crane my neck but I couldn't. My body was too numb.

The blood still flowed down. I was scarcely aware of it soaking my shirt. My eyes darted around the room, its air filled with the whooshing of the pictures/movie going by above me and took in the vastness of what I thought was a room.

Where am I?

My eyes noticed the change in the difference of the pictures. They came at an irregular rhythm now; something was messing with the pictures. To me, I felt like I was only in here a couple of minutes.

Had I done something? Did I… break it?

Tears came to my eyes. I didn't mean to break it!

A pain exploded through my body and I gasped, realizing that my breath was regaining it's normal beat. My heart pumped faster. My muscles twitched.

"Hello?" I called out. Still no answer.

"Help!" I screamed, feeling my wrist start to throb greatly.

The throbbing turned into a blazing burn then into just great pain. I cried out but my muscles merely twitched; I was still unable to move them to clutch my hurt wrist to my chest. I thought I heard snapping noise and another great shot of pain erupted from my wrist.

"Someone! Help!" I screamed.

My wrist once again started to hurt and a great moment, that seemed to last an eternity, where I thought: surely, I shall die now. There is no more pain than this. Then it numbed along with the rest of my body and it went limp again.

I could not cry, though the drying tears- drying tears?

Something is wrong here… I'm not dead! I'm not dead! I don't belong here! Take me back!

But you don't know where you are in the first place, I thought back to myself.

How can you go back from something you don't even know where it is?

That made no sense.

Does it have to?

The pictures stopped acting crazy and burst into a slow motion. It was like an old movie reel. The pictures were blurred for some reason… I couldn't make out anything…except… except.

For a moment, everything I had stored in my head disappeared.

…

Silence was all I had in my head. I had no words. But suddenly, his name came back to me. The world came back to me. So did the pain. The pictures sped up again. But in a wild and frantic motion this time. They did like a waved and bended and twisted till finally…

It snapped. I was shot into a dark abyss full of different colored stars.

What I thought I didn't see appeared in my head and what I thought I saw, disappeared from existence. I never thought of it again. A picture of Logan appearing at a snow clad dam. A group of children at a museum that looked so strange… their clothing, hair and even physical features… were… strange.

Then suddenly, I opened my eyes… to darkness. My head throbbed, my body throbbed and most of all, my mind wasn't clear what was happening around it. I thought I saw a blurred vision of someone stirring next to me but I couldn't… still.

I fell back into peaceful unconsciousness.

A/N: Yes, I love cliches (this may or may not make sense if you've already guessed what could've happened)! But...hehe...I felt it fit pretty well:)

"Hindsight" is the sequel! Know what the word means? Maybe you'll make a connection... ) What's going to happen? What had happened to Chris & Brooke? Find out, my faithful readers & reviewers...find ou
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