The Last Story Chapter 12 and Epilogue
This is it! Warning! Before reading, please realize that I ran out of ideas and needed to finish up the book quickly. If you are emotionally attached to Marissa, you need to be a big kid while you read!
Hey! I just wanted to thank the people who have read so far! If you haven't read yet and you're still reading this, you aren't going to understand it at all, so go back to chapter 1. Thanks to all commenters! Also, I have a happier ending story that's already about halfway done, so get ready for that! Now, the end.
Chapter 12
David's POV
That bitch. After telling me that she missed me and crying because of how good we are together, she goes and poses for that one guy from Blendz. Even then I hadn't thought that they were a couple, and it might be because I still had feelings for her, but I still don't. He's too forceful, too stressed to be with someone as laid back and kind as Missy. She deserved kindness and respect.
A call on my cell was the only thing that brought me back to life after staring at the news for hours on end. It was from Lydia. "Wow, aren't you glad that wasn't you? Because, you know David, you were on that path just a few days ago," she pointed out. That was true.
"Yeah, well I wasn't that horrible. And I changed, Lydia, I really did."
"David, think about it. You told me you'd be willing to spill a huge secret that she didn't wasn't anyone else to know just in order to get a few bucks. It was pathetic."
"I'm going to swallow that only because I want to go over to Marissa's and apologize. I feel horrible for walking out on her when she was just being too nice of a person. I'll call you later." Talking to Lydia had always been my least favorite hobby, but I didn't need that call. Honestly, I felt horrible. The emotions running through my body were foreign; I have never felt worse than I did in that moment. The only thing that was keeping me hopeful was the look on Marissa's face as she apologized and ran away.
Suddenly, a hard knock was on my door accompanied by a female voice yelling, "Marissa? It's Hannah, as in Ben's Hannah. Can we talk?"
"Sure, if I were Marissa. She's across the hall, I was just headed there," I answered as my door burst open, and she fell in from the abruptness. "Look, I'm sorry if I were a little moody today, it's just that your boyfriend took Marissa away when I was finally getting somewhere with her; she seriously has some problems and needs help. She needs me, not him."
Hannah's expression showed into her soul. Her eyes searched my face, and finally looked straight into my eyes. "She's very lucky. I think that you're exactly what she needs right now. She's been through too much, and I want to help."
This was becoming a very awkward situation for both of us, but nevertheless, we had a mission. Together, we could help give Marissa the counseling she desperately needed. While she wasn't willing to admit it, she has gone through way more traumatizing events in her life than any person should ever have to. Between her mother and her career, the poor girl was struggling to even stay in the world.
Hand in hand, Hannah and I went across the hall and knocked on the door. "Marissa? Are you home?" I called. "It's David! I want to talk to you!"
Marissa's POV
David. My one beacon in the world, my only harbor. Despite the latest scandal in the media, I was still feeling strong. In fact, I was feeling more powerful than I had ever felt in my entire life. It wasn't the attention, no, I'd never enjoyed the spotlight, but it was more about the idea that I could do what I wanted. Jordan had already gotten the story of most news stations worldwide. However, you couldn't get a story that big off people's minds. The fact that I could barely go out in public without being criticized or catcalled was a little sickening, but other than that I was doing fine.
My last book would be out in a few weeks, and then I could change my name and move to Africa or something. Fame. It's something that everybody wants, that everybody fantasizes over, but in reality, fame is highly overrated. When I was merely seven years old, my mother had pushed me into doing something that I really did not want to do. Ever since then, I had been a people pleaser. I think that by trying to help someone in such a dark way kind of helped me to say F you to the world.
A knock on my door distracted me from my deep thoughts. "Marissa? Are you home? It's David! I want to talk to you!" my neighbor called.
"Yeah, I'm coming!" I shouted as I got off my white couch. The pajamas I was wearing weren't clean, my hair wasn't a mess, and I hadn't worn makeup since that horrible day. David hadn't bothered waiting, by the time I got to the door, him and Hannah were already in my house. "Um, hi Hannah."
"Hey. Look, we came here to help you. I know that you're mom was abusive or something and that you haven't had a very good life, but we want to make it better!" she greeted cheerfully. Did that seriously come out of her mouth? The only person I had ever told that to was David.
"You told her? I trusted you! See, this is why my life sucks. I can't trust anyone. Everyone in the world is too busy caring about themselves to even try being kind to each other!" I screamed as I stormed out of my apartment. As I wandered down the hall, I continued on with my tantrum. David and Hannah simply followed me, trying to calm me down.
Finally reaching the ground level, I burst out of the doors into the bitter, snowy air. Turning around, I yelled to the traitors one last time. "Don't you ever forget this! Don't you ever forget me, and how you ruined my life! You have to change! The world has to change! People can't just go wandering around trying to hurt others for their own enjoyment!" I meant to cross the street epically, and suddenly just not be there anymore. And that happened. Because when I stepped out into the street, I wasn't there anymore. My life was gone, and honestly, it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Ever.
David's POV
In the days after Marissa's death, the world cried, and for a while, the government was seriously considering making this a national holiday, as were other countries. The legend goes that the world would end on December 21, 2012, and it happened. Four days before Christmas, the most respected woman in the world's life ended, as did a piece of everyone else.
Hannah and I decided to go the funeral together, feeling slightly guilty. Ben was in an even worse condition than us considering he had caused the whole thing in the first place. The funeral was held outdoors in order to hold the mass of people attending. People mourned for weeks, visiting her grave nonstop. The dedicated fans are still mourning today. The only thing that I can compare it to would be when Michael Jackson died back in 2009, or even Elvis Presley's death.
While Marissa might have had a horrible life, I think that even she would be pleased with how she went out. In all of our weeks of intimate conversation, she had confided that when she was done with her career, she wanted to go out with a bang. She wanted to show people that even though she was done being so public, she respected them. And that she did. Some people are suited for the extravagant life of a celebrity, others aren't, and Marissa certainly wasn't one of them. While the world would always miss her, I would always celebrate her, and remember the last words she had spoken. "You have to change. The world has to change." And that's exactly what it did.
R.I.P Marissa Carming. December 21, 1985-December 21, 2012.
Epilogue
"Hannah Marie Benson, do you take David Marcus Robinson to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health, for the richer and the poorer for as long as you both shall live?" The ceremony went without a problem. Our daughter Missy was our flower girl. In the crowd church, I made out Ben and Lydia, who had happily married a few years ago.
At the reception, Marissa's mom, who was out of rehab, gave the first speech. "Friends and family, we thank you for coming out here today. As you know, it was five years ago today that my daughter passed, and I think that while this can be a sad time for all of us, it's also a day of celebration. To the bride and groom, I hope you have a happy future, and I wish you the best. Have a merry Christmas everyone!" Everyone cheered and raised their glass, although a few tears were shed at the mention of Marissa.
After Marissa's passing, Hannah and I had grown quite close, as had Lydia and Ben. Three years ago, they got married at around the same time Hannah had Missy. We had been living together for two years, but hadn't wanted to get married out of respect of our friend. As a result, a beautiful little girl was born, and while we were stressed, we loved her more than anything, and have wanted to get married ever since. It only seemed logical to get married on this important day. Missy's birthday.
Did I find it ironic that my daughter was born on the same day as Marissa? Extremely. Especially since that was also the same day she had died. Dying on your birthday would be the worst way to go. When Missy came, we had immediately agreed on Marissa due to the irony of the situation, and our love for both of them.
By now, she even looked a little like Marissa. While we will never push her into fame, we want the best for her, and each day we tell her the story of her Aunt Marissa. Sometimes I consider reincarnation, but mostly, I just see my little girl smiling through her innocence, and remember the look on Marissa's face when she told me she missed me. That was always followed by the image of her death, and me shedding a few tears.
Missy was very intelligent, and would always comfort me when she saw my fear and sorrow. But her connections never scared her, in fact she couldn't have been prouder. "I'm named after Marissa Carming!" she would always state. "We are similar, but I am a different person than her. One day, I'm going to go visit her all by myself to say hello!" This would make Hannah sob.
Overall, we were all happy. Missy was three and could already read and do simple math, which was way above average. Soon, she would be starting kindergarten. Hannah was expecting again, this time a boy who was to be named Garrett after the lead male role in her book. In fact, The Last Story was a best seller, a movie, and a Broadway play. Despite all the horrors that I'd seen over the last few years of my life, I realized that the world had changed. Marissa had fulfilled her duty here on earth and was now on to bigger and better things. And that's just where we needed her.
Chapter 12
David's POV
That bitch. After telling me that she missed me and crying because of how good we are together, she goes and poses for that one guy from Blendz. Even then I hadn't thought that they were a couple, and it might be because I still had feelings for her, but I still don't. He's too forceful, too stressed to be with someone as laid back and kind as Missy. She deserved kindness and respect.
A call on my cell was the only thing that brought me back to life after staring at the news for hours on end. It was from Lydia. "Wow, aren't you glad that wasn't you? Because, you know David, you were on that path just a few days ago," she pointed out. That was true.
"Yeah, well I wasn't that horrible. And I changed, Lydia, I really did."
"David, think about it. You told me you'd be willing to spill a huge secret that she didn't wasn't anyone else to know just in order to get a few bucks. It was pathetic."
"I'm going to swallow that only because I want to go over to Marissa's and apologize. I feel horrible for walking out on her when she was just being too nice of a person. I'll call you later." Talking to Lydia had always been my least favorite hobby, but I didn't need that call. Honestly, I felt horrible. The emotions running through my body were foreign; I have never felt worse than I did in that moment. The only thing that was keeping me hopeful was the look on Marissa's face as she apologized and ran away.
Suddenly, a hard knock was on my door accompanied by a female voice yelling, "Marissa? It's Hannah, as in Ben's Hannah. Can we talk?"
"Sure, if I were Marissa. She's across the hall, I was just headed there," I answered as my door burst open, and she fell in from the abruptness. "Look, I'm sorry if I were a little moody today, it's just that your boyfriend took Marissa away when I was finally getting somewhere with her; she seriously has some problems and needs help. She needs me, not him."
Hannah's expression showed into her soul. Her eyes searched my face, and finally looked straight into my eyes. "She's very lucky. I think that you're exactly what she needs right now. She's been through too much, and I want to help."
This was becoming a very awkward situation for both of us, but nevertheless, we had a mission. Together, we could help give Marissa the counseling she desperately needed. While she wasn't willing to admit it, she has gone through way more traumatizing events in her life than any person should ever have to. Between her mother and her career, the poor girl was struggling to even stay in the world.
Hand in hand, Hannah and I went across the hall and knocked on the door. "Marissa? Are you home?" I called. "It's David! I want to talk to you!"
Marissa's POV
David. My one beacon in the world, my only harbor. Despite the latest scandal in the media, I was still feeling strong. In fact, I was feeling more powerful than I had ever felt in my entire life. It wasn't the attention, no, I'd never enjoyed the spotlight, but it was more about the idea that I could do what I wanted. Jordan had already gotten the story of most news stations worldwide. However, you couldn't get a story that big off people's minds. The fact that I could barely go out in public without being criticized or catcalled was a little sickening, but other than that I was doing fine.
My last book would be out in a few weeks, and then I could change my name and move to Africa or something. Fame. It's something that everybody wants, that everybody fantasizes over, but in reality, fame is highly overrated. When I was merely seven years old, my mother had pushed me into doing something that I really did not want to do. Ever since then, I had been a people pleaser. I think that by trying to help someone in such a dark way kind of helped me to say F you to the world.
A knock on my door distracted me from my deep thoughts. "Marissa? Are you home? It's David! I want to talk to you!" my neighbor called.
"Yeah, I'm coming!" I shouted as I got off my white couch. The pajamas I was wearing weren't clean, my hair wasn't a mess, and I hadn't worn makeup since that horrible day. David hadn't bothered waiting, by the time I got to the door, him and Hannah were already in my house. "Um, hi Hannah."
"Hey. Look, we came here to help you. I know that you're mom was abusive or something and that you haven't had a very good life, but we want to make it better!" she greeted cheerfully. Did that seriously come out of her mouth? The only person I had ever told that to was David.
"You told her? I trusted you! See, this is why my life sucks. I can't trust anyone. Everyone in the world is too busy caring about themselves to even try being kind to each other!" I screamed as I stormed out of my apartment. As I wandered down the hall, I continued on with my tantrum. David and Hannah simply followed me, trying to calm me down.
Finally reaching the ground level, I burst out of the doors into the bitter, snowy air. Turning around, I yelled to the traitors one last time. "Don't you ever forget this! Don't you ever forget me, and how you ruined my life! You have to change! The world has to change! People can't just go wandering around trying to hurt others for their own enjoyment!" I meant to cross the street epically, and suddenly just not be there anymore. And that happened. Because when I stepped out into the street, I wasn't there anymore. My life was gone, and honestly, it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Ever.
David's POV
In the days after Marissa's death, the world cried, and for a while, the government was seriously considering making this a national holiday, as were other countries. The legend goes that the world would end on December 21, 2012, and it happened. Four days before Christmas, the most respected woman in the world's life ended, as did a piece of everyone else.
Hannah and I decided to go the funeral together, feeling slightly guilty. Ben was in an even worse condition than us considering he had caused the whole thing in the first place. The funeral was held outdoors in order to hold the mass of people attending. People mourned for weeks, visiting her grave nonstop. The dedicated fans are still mourning today. The only thing that I can compare it to would be when Michael Jackson died back in 2009, or even Elvis Presley's death.
While Marissa might have had a horrible life, I think that even she would be pleased with how she went out. In all of our weeks of intimate conversation, she had confided that when she was done with her career, she wanted to go out with a bang. She wanted to show people that even though she was done being so public, she respected them. And that she did. Some people are suited for the extravagant life of a celebrity, others aren't, and Marissa certainly wasn't one of them. While the world would always miss her, I would always celebrate her, and remember the last words she had spoken. "You have to change. The world has to change." And that's exactly what it did.
R.I.P Marissa Carming. December 21, 1985-December 21, 2012.
Epilogue
"Hannah Marie Benson, do you take David Marcus Robinson to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health, for the richer and the poorer for as long as you both shall live?" The ceremony went without a problem. Our daughter Missy was our flower girl. In the crowd church, I made out Ben and Lydia, who had happily married a few years ago.
At the reception, Marissa's mom, who was out of rehab, gave the first speech. "Friends and family, we thank you for coming out here today. As you know, it was five years ago today that my daughter passed, and I think that while this can be a sad time for all of us, it's also a day of celebration. To the bride and groom, I hope you have a happy future, and I wish you the best. Have a merry Christmas everyone!" Everyone cheered and raised their glass, although a few tears were shed at the mention of Marissa.
After Marissa's passing, Hannah and I had grown quite close, as had Lydia and Ben. Three years ago, they got married at around the same time Hannah had Missy. We had been living together for two years, but hadn't wanted to get married out of respect of our friend. As a result, a beautiful little girl was born, and while we were stressed, we loved her more than anything, and have wanted to get married ever since. It only seemed logical to get married on this important day. Missy's birthday.
Did I find it ironic that my daughter was born on the same day as Marissa? Extremely. Especially since that was also the same day she had died. Dying on your birthday would be the worst way to go. When Missy came, we had immediately agreed on Marissa due to the irony of the situation, and our love for both of them.
By now, she even looked a little like Marissa. While we will never push her into fame, we want the best for her, and each day we tell her the story of her Aunt Marissa. Sometimes I consider reincarnation, but mostly, I just see my little girl smiling through her innocence, and remember the look on Marissa's face when she told me she missed me. That was always followed by the image of her death, and me shedding a few tears.
Missy was very intelligent, and would always comfort me when she saw my fear and sorrow. But her connections never scared her, in fact she couldn't have been prouder. "I'm named after Marissa Carming!" she would always state. "We are similar, but I am a different person than her. One day, I'm going to go visit her all by myself to say hello!" This would make Hannah sob.
Overall, we were all happy. Missy was three and could already read and do simple math, which was way above average. Soon, she would be starting kindergarten. Hannah was expecting again, this time a boy who was to be named Garrett after the lead male role in her book. In fact, The Last Story was a best seller, a movie, and a Broadway play. Despite all the horrors that I'd seen over the last few years of my life, I realized that the world had changed. Marissa had fulfilled her duty here on earth and was now on to bigger and better things. And that's just where we needed her.
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