Day+8

=__FINAL WRAP-UP__= =WINNING CHARACTER: CASEY GALLAGHER= ==E**LIMINATED CHARACTER(s):** MICAH ESTRATTON AND SPENCER WRIGHT==

=Killer dude's POV= I heard a distant noise, almost like metal crashing. I wake up, blinking until the room became clear. In the corner of the room I see Spencer, bent over cleaning up a tray of medical supplies. I look around the room to figure out my surroundings, I seem to be in a hospital bed in a hospital room. I sit myself up and try to speak but nothing comes out. I'm hooked up to all sorts of wires and my throat is so dry that no sound escapes. I attempt a swallow and try to speak once more. A whisper escapes my lips.

"What…?"

Spencer whips around.

"DAD!" he rushes over to my side. "MOM! CLARA! HE'S AWAKE DAD'S AWAKE. COME QUICK!"

"I - Where am I? Why am I in a hospital bed? What happened?" I ask once everyone is gathered in the room.

"You were in an accident." Replied my wife, squeezing my hand hard as though she was making sure I was really there. "That amusement park, Dante's, that you had to go to for your business trip, you were testing one of the rollercoasters when the car ran off the tracks. You were the only survivor. They weren't sure you were going to wake up but you did. You're alive. You woke up." She breathed thankfully.

//Dante's… I remember the place but I don’t remember THAT accident//, I think to myself.

"The doctor said you might not remember things, Daddy, do you remember me?" Asked darling little Clara.

"Yes, of course I remember you sweetie. I -" I was interrupted by a nurse entering the room. She had the reddest hair I'd ever seen and freckles covered her from head to toe. She turns around to face me, eyeing the clipboard in her hands.

"Mr. Wright! Glad to see you awake! Let me go grab the Doctor so he can examine yo-"

I cut her off by muttering, "Casey?"

Everybody in the room looked shocked, Casey dropped her clipboard.

"How did you- how do you know my name? How do you know my first name?"

"You're Casey Maeve Gallagher, you went to Ohio State University? You had a roommate named Owen Charlotte?"

"Yeah but my roommate's name is Jess and she joined a band, The Summer Set, but how did you-? I don't-"

"I know you." I start. "I killed Owen, I killed a lot of people. I killed 22 people. You were the only one I didn't kill."

She backs away from me, and frantically makes her way over to the in-room phone.

"Yes. Psych department? I need you to send someone up right away. Someone good." Casey speaks into the phone.

Spencer makes his way back over to me.

"Dad, what are you talking about? You didn't kill anybody. You've been in a coma for the last 5 months."

"Spency…I did.... I killed you. I couldn't let you live. You knew too much. You figured out that I was the killer, you weren't supposed to die, Casey was. One was to live and it was supposed to be you but you're too smart for your own good. I needed a way to get away and the only way I could do that was to kill you. But you died fast son, you didn't hurt. I snapped your neck. You fell to the ground, dead. I scooped up Violet and we made our way out of Dante's." I say shaking my head, recalling all of this.

"Did you just say Violet?" My wife asks suddenly releasing my hand. I had forgotten she was clutching onto it. "You met Violet? But how... I-"

"DID SOMEBODY CALL FOR A PSYCH CONSULT?!" Exclaimed a man who just now entered the room.

Casey and the rest of my family followed the Doctor out into the hallway. After awhile they all came back in the room, everybody but the Doctor had a solemn look on their faces.

"Well it seems, sir," The doctor says, resting his hand on my shoulder, "That while you were in your coma you believed that you were living another life. One of a killer, according to your family and Nurse Gallagher over there. We need to run some tests and do some other things to make sure you're okay. We're going to move you up to the psych ward on level 3, okay?"

//I nod my head because what else could I do? I felt in my bones that everything that had happened in Dante's was true and that I had done it, but what if I was wrong? What if I'm not this horrible killer? What if it was all a dream?// ............................................................. After a few months of psychotherapy and many more tests, the psychologists were able to match up the people in my story to people I knew in real life and all of these people were alive and healthy, except for the lady they matched up with Gladys Jones. They thought her to be my across the street neighbor who died peacefully in her sleep. .............................................................. Today is my last day of therapy before I can be released to my family. I sit, flipping through a makeshift scrapbook of faces I've grown to know.

"This is Sal the Salami, or at least he was to me. His real name is Giovanni Deluca. He works at my favorite cheese steak place down town. And this is or //was// Micah Estratton, he was the best man at my wedding and is my best friend to this day, his real name is Peter Johnson. Casey's roommate Owen is really Jess Bowen and they really did room together in college. Lacie Analista Chu is Wendy Xie, knows my coffee order by heart. Charlie Foster is Steven Jacobs, he babysits Clara when we're busy."

I pointed out pictures and gave brief descriptions of these people until my therapist was satisfied.

"Okay, Mr. Wright, you're free to go."

**thanks to Kayla and Sarah for their ideas and suggestions for this wrap up** =and thanks to all of y'all. I had a blast this year. **Have a great summer everyone and Good Luck with everything!** = =xoxo -B. =

p.s. Ellen?