I decided to make this the last part of this one because I’ve got a great idea 
for the next story in this series.

 

 

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Chapter 4: You Wish

 

 

            It was all going so differently than she had planned it, and for 
once, she was wishing that this could be one of those normal days, the ones 
where she would become excited over an already nicely polished table. ‘I 
should’ve appreciated it,’ May thought wistfully.

 

            It was all getting to be too much to deal with. The overwhelming 
sadness from the pictures, the creepy note… and now Steven was an escapee and 
probably after her at that moment 

 

            ‘He could be anywhere,’ May thought, keeping a close eye on her 
brightly cleaned windows while her drunk husband chuckled along with the laugh 
track on “Everybody Loves Raymond”.

 

            She wondered later if it all would’ve happened if she had not had 
such good hearing. Would she still be facing a world of hate and pain? More than 
likely, she would, but it was not certain, not set in stone.

 

            ‘Everything could’ve been easier,’ she thought sadly. ‘He could 
still be here and I could still be with him.’ And though no one had blamed her 
for Brendan’s death-or at least, if they did, they covered up their feelings 
very well- she could still picture every one of his last movements and guilt 
washed through her. 

 

            No one else could see Brendan, about to blow his brains out. She 
would never forget the look on his face, a cross between hurt and smug. It would 
forever be bound to her, forever breaking her hurt.

 

            It was so preoccupying that she almost missed hearing the footsteps 
outside the house. But yet, she had enough time to scream and at least give a 
loud squeak to alert Wally. 

 

            Unfortunately for him, Wally had only about one sober nerve in his 
body, and whatever that nerve was, it wasn’t alerting his brain. He was too slow 
and a single bullet from his gun was enough to kill the Pokemon Master of Hoenn.

 

            May was stunned and felt her legs rooted to the spot on the kitchen 
floor where she was standing, a baseball bat in her delicate and petite hands. 
She knew enough to know that Steven would shoot her too and wouldn’t hesitate at 
all. It was because of May that he had been in prison in the first place.

 

            Knowing well enough that she wouldn’t have many last words, May 
shouted the first words that came to her mind.

 

            “I wish that I could be back with the old Brendan!” she screamed at 
the top of her lungs. And the next thing that hit her wasn’t a bullet, but a 
rush of cold air as she plunged into darkness.