Chapter 61: In Pursuit of HappinessMature

She was standing up, cradling the beautiful little baby in her arms.

"It wasn't my fault." she kissed the baby on the forehead. "It wasn't my decision. But I'm here now. And I love you."

Suzy thought she'd see a bright light or a staircase or something at least. But nothing came.

So she went looking for it.

* * * * *

"Calm down, Soph. She'll get here."

"But what if she doesn't get here Finn? What if I just go?"

"As long as you are safe, it doesn't matter." Finn didn't want to lose her, he knew in his heart that he would never be able to stand that. He just had to make the best out of a bad situation.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"My happiness isn't that important Soph. We've had a couple more months than we would have done. Aren't you grateful?"

"Yes but,"

"Sometimes we can't be selfish." Finn hated being so assertive but he knew that it was necessary. Tough love.

"I'm sorry." Sophie was shaking her head, looking to her Finn for support.

"We could try that graveyard. Maybe there's someone there who could help?"

Before Sophie had chance to respond, they spotted a man in the distance. It was night, everything was dark, so how could they see him?

Lights in the distance.

* * * * *

Rosie's phone was ringing again. Aaron. She briefly considered throwing it out of the window but then she'd lose so many memories. She dropped it back in her bag and waited for someone more important to call.

"We're nearly there." she said, unsure whether to be happy about that or not.

"Sure this is a good idea?"

"Not in the slightest."

* * * * *

Clive was hiding. The shadows that normally protected him from vision were afraid of him. They knew what he was planning and they knew that nobody would be safe afterwards.

It was going to get ugly.

* * * * *

Bev hadn't stopped running. She felt like she had spent so much of her life running and so she decided it was getting close to the time when she should stop.

She had ran almost half a lap of the fairground, ending up just down the road from where she had begun. She could see that man, her killer. He hadn't moved much, just taken a few steps towards those two people over there. Who were they?

* * * * *

Lollie didn't like cars. She couldn't get her head around how they worked so she just rejected them. She merely used them when it was convenient for her to.

It was then that the car drove through Bev. Both Lollie and Rosie looked in shock as the girl simply passed through the car, seemingly unaffected. The two of them kept watching her as she receeded into the background.

* * * * *

Bev knew that she should always look both sides when crossing the road and never, ever stop in the middle of one for any reason. So when the car drove straight through her, instead of getting thrown about as she had expected, nothing happened.

She laughed.

Then she heard it.

* * * * *

Rosie turned to see where she was going a fraction of a second too late. She hit the brakes as hard as she could but it didn't help.

The man walking slowly down the middle of the road was now travelling over her car, denting and damaging as he went. His body hit the windscreen and it shattered, sending sharps of glass towards Rosie. Her instincts made her protect her face and so her arms were a little worse for wear.

She got out of the car, collapsing in tears.

* * * * *

Sophie and Finn ran over to see what had just happened.

* * * * *

Lollie slowly got out of the car and looked at the dead man.

* * * * *

Bev just smiled a little smile before going to check out the damage.

* * * * *

He had died on impact, Rosie was sure of that. At least she hoped he had. Quick is better than slow, she thought.

As she got up, she went around Lollie, the young couple and the girl whose body she had seen in a mortuary just days ago, asking them one simple question that none of them knew the answer to. As Suzy came around the corner, she gave the same, blank response.

That man, the one who Rosie had run over, the one who was broken and covered in blood remained still, despite every inch of Rosie willing him to move.

It wasn't just that she had killed a man, it was that nobody knew his name.

The End

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