• The following links are prior chapters to this story:
    Death is no joke: http://gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100410509
    Death is no joke-part 2: http://gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100411039
    Death is no joke-part 3: http://gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100447527
    Death is no joke-part 4:
    http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100507329
    Death is no joke-part 5:
    http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100652857
    Death is no joke-part 6: http://gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100657349
    Death is no joke-part 7: http://gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100657779
    Death is no joke-part 8:
    http://gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100661319
    Death is no joke-part 9:
    http://gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100661849
    Death is no joke-part 10: http://www.gaiaonline.com/arena/writing/fiction/vote/?entry_id=100675481






    The news of the end of the case that haunted me so much spread like wild fire. I was nagged with constant questions as I stepped into school, most of which I could answer. But one stumped me,

    "If you had the oppurtunity, would you get revenge on the murderer?" I thought about the question for a second. Would I? After all, he killed my father, and sent my life into turmoil. It would only be fair.

    But as I thought that, just as soon I remembered what the reason was that my life was like that. Frank saught revenge. Revenge wasn't justice, it wasn't being fair. Revenge was getting back on someone for your own benefit. Justice was punishing for their benefit. To teach them a lesson, if you will.

    Revenge was what caused MY life to flip upsidedown. Revenge was what made Frank a criminal. So, if I saught revenge, what would that make me? Would it be all right if I did it? No, it would only make me a heartless criminal, just like it made Frank. I shook my head, and left to the bathroom, sitting there quietly on the toilet.


    I returned from school restless. I was going to visit mother that day, and I still intended to.

    The hospital was quiet, but as I kneeled there with my mother, my mind sure wasn't. Miracles could happen right? You just had to have patience...you just had to wait for the moment. And as I turned to leave, I heard a mutter from behind,

    "Mgggngggnah..." I turned around, thinking it was just a reflex or something. But there my mother was, looking at me, smiling at me. My mouth was left wide open as I stumbled towards, with only her bed supporting me as I nearly collapsed to the ground.

    "Ahh...might...who might you be?" she croaked out, hardly, which made sense given the fact she had been in a coma for the past 5 years.

    "I'm...I, uh...I'm Jimmy..." She showed a blank face for a second, and then,

    "Jimmy...Jimmy...you've grown. Ah, I remember...I remember..." I cried out,

    "Doctor! Quickly come! She's up...she's alive!" And then they came, as I held my mother's hand.

    "Mother..." I said in a quiet whisper, so quiet that I myself could hardly hear it. She was still smiling as she closed her eyes. I was in shock for a second, thinking she had gone back to her coma, but then I was reminded that she was tired by one of the doctors, and she needed some sleep. I sighed in relief, and started to cry, sniffling and smiling, all too happy to put it into words.



    Epilogue

    Things happen. Horrible things, wonderful things. Obstacles, assistance, but we will always pull through in the end. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel, it's just that some light is harder to find.

    Like mine. I'd say the light was about the slightest glimmer, but it got me to the end, through and through.

    I said my good bye's two months later to my grand parents, letting my mom recover from her "hibernation". But, I only lived with her for about 3 or so years, and then I was off to college, and then adulthood.

    Yes, I'm 24 presently. I live with Linda now, after being seperated in college, and Jerred and I have never parted with our friendship. I haven't written in my journal for these nine years, because I was always stumped on something. How to wrap everything up. I suppose it only suits that I tell you straight out how this all ended, I suppose it only suits that I wrap everything up in a matter of two words.

    And that's what I'm going to do. Are you ready for this?




    The End