The Last Fall (Before I Fall fanfic)

this is an alternative ending that i wrote for Before I Fall because although i liked the book's ending i wanted a happy ending as well ENJOY

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The Last Fall

Day 8 – The Final Day

They say just before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, but that’s not how it happens to me.

I only see my greatest hits. The things i want to remember, and be remembered for. The time in Cape Cod when Izzy and I snuck down to the bay at midnight and tried to catch crabs with leftover hamburger meat, and the moon was so fat and round it looked like something you could sit on. When Ally tried to make a soufflé and came marching into the kitchen with a roll of toilet paper on her head like a chef’s hat, and Elody laughed so hard she peed a little bit and swore us to secrecy. Lindsey throwing her arms around us and saying, “Love you to death,” and all us echoing, “And even then.” Lying on the deck on hot August afternoons with the smell of grass shavings and flowers so heavy in the air, it’s like your tasting them. The time it snowed on Christmas, and my dad split up one of the old TV tables in the basement to use as firewood, and my mom made apple cider, and we all tried to remember the words to ‘Silent Night’ but ended up singing all our favourite show-tunes.

And kissing Kent, because that’s when I realised that time doesn’t matter. That’s when i realised that certain moments go on forever. Even after they’re over they still go on, even after your dead and buried, those moments are lasting still, backward and forward, on for infinity. They are everything and everywhere all at once.

They are meaning.

And then there’s the last moment, the moment where you die. The moment where you look up and you see all the people and things you love. The moment where you realise it is over and you’re not scared. The moment of death is full of sound and warmth and light, so much light it fills me, absorbs me; a tunnel of light shooting away, arcing up and up and up, and if singing were a feeling it would be this. And then someone is singing, my name, ‘Sam, Sam, Samantha."

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Beep, beep, beep. No, this can’t be right. I saved Juliet. I died. Why am I waking up again? It wasn’t meant to work this way. I was meant to save Juliet and die, I did save Juliet, I did die, I think. Because that’s when I realise the beeping is not my alarm, it’s different. And I can hear the singing, “Sam, Sam, Samantha,” and it’s a beautiful voice. A voice I thought I’d never hear again.

I open my eyes and I’m not in my bedroom but a hospital room. The beeping is coming from a machine and the singing, “Kent!” My voice is croaky like I haven’t talked in days and my whole body is aching.

“Hey Sam, your awake.” He squeezes my hand.

“I had a wonderful dream.” The dream where I was dying but I was happy. Then I remember last night and I sit up. The machine beeps faster.

“Juliet! Where is she? Is she alright?” I try to get up but then I can’t get my body to move. I’m so sore. A doctor rushes into the room, moving pass Kent and gently pushing me back onto the pillow.

“You have to lie still or you will aggravate your injuries.”

“Is she okay? Did I save Juliet?” I must have saved her, I wouldn’t be here otherwise. I would have woken up in my room at the beginning of the same day as I have for the past seven days.

“Everyone is okay; you’re the only one we’ve got to worry about.” I sighed with relief. “Now stay still, I’m going to go get your family.” He left the room and Kent moved back to the chair beside my bed and grabbed my hand.