YARA'S P.O.V.

My parents failed to convince me to let them tag along. Like any good parents, they wanted to comfort me and hold me. For the first time in my life, I was going to see not only one dead body, but two. Two bodies who were my boyfriend and my best friend killed by a psycho for a reason that I might never understand even if - when - the cops uncovered the killer's motives.

They do not need to uncover said motives. In fact, they do not need to search for the killer. Just throw his butt in jail. Finnegan must be sentenced to death as soon as he arrives to prison. We should not be caring for killers and other malevolent people until their deadly demise. They will spend eternity in the fiery walls of heck. They deserve to burn over and over.

A tear went down my cheek as the doctor led me to the bodies. But watching Finnegan in pain and letting him burn would not bring back Walker and Mabel, the only two people not family who mattered to me. And he had to steal them from me so he could have me to himself.

The only sounds inside the dim hall were our footsteps echoing off the puke-green ground with dry, red stains. Blood? Blood from corpses wheeled to the chilling part of the hospital?

I brushed off my tear and rubbed my palms together to be rid of the wet substance. "Why are the walls and the floor painted in a sickly green? And...what are all these red spots? Are they part of the...decoration?"

"The red spots are part of the decor."

Why do I not believe him?

I stared intently at the doctor's back, trying to not even glance back at that so-called "decor." I would throw up if I did. Then the floor would make the doctors and the nurses puke. Whoever thought that the decor is perfect was either an idiot or high.

"As for why the floor and walls look like that somebody puked all over them, I have no idea. Most of the nurses and the other doctors do not know either. My theory is that the higher-ups reached a mind-boggling decision - like that they always do."

"They may make mind-boggling decisions...but at least that their decisions do not lead to an innocent person's death. At least that they are not psychos."

We stopped in front of the metal door which ended the hall. A small, rectangular window in the middle of said door looked into the room. The room likely holding the bodies.

"Eh. I would not say that," the doctor said. He clutched the knob and gazed down at me. "I...I am terribly sorry for your loss. Losses. I do not know what else to say."

I slowly nodded as I tried fighting back tears. I was not releasing my grief and my frustration until I was in the room alone with Walker and Mabel. I did not want any more meaningless apologies. I neither wanted comfort nor the lie about everything turning out peachy keen. I lost two loved ones at the same time. In the same exact way. On the same cool night.

They were having a picnic to bond because they hardly knew each other. They knew just how important it was to me that they get along, seeing that they were part of my life. Walker contacted me that faithful evening...the last time that I heard his handsome and calm voice...to let me know about the picnic and jokingly added to not freak out that he was cheating with Mabel. He had eyes only for me.

Walker was picking up Mabel after calling me. Perhaps if we stayed longer on the phone...if we delayed his trip to Mabel's house...they might still be alive. They would not have been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Now is not the time for what ifs or regrets. The foul act was already carried out. Nothing that I can do for them but grieve and give them my condolences. At least that they are in a much better place. They will never have to worry about Finnegan again.

I will see them again someday. We will be reunited and live a pain-free life, I know. But it is still difficult losing loved ones. It is more difficult when you know that one is spending a sufferable eternity. You will never see her or him again if you have a relationship with Jesus.

Do not turn your back on God to join your loved one in an eternity of fire. Please. It is not worth to stoop to his or her level. God will provide you everything.

"You positive that you want to do this now?" the doctor asked. "You can wait until you are fully ready. No need to rush."

I was staring down at my hand tugging on my shirt. "If not now, I will surely lose it."

He hesitated. "...want me to come in with you?"

"I prefer you to stay out here. And please do not spy on me through the window. I wish to be alone. I should be alone with them."

"Alright. I respect your decision." The hinges squealed, making my ears already having trouble hearing buzz. I cleaned out my ears and forced my head up. I squinted into the green room lit up by only a yellow lightbulb on the ceiling. The doctor pointed at two metal tables next to each other to the left. Tables with fresh bodies being covered by a clean, white sheet each. "There they are."

I could not swallow the big lump that had formed deep in my throat. I could not keep my voice from trembling either. "W-Walker and M-Mabel?"

"Yes." He closed the door behind me.

Suddenly, one body sat up. "Yara..."