Remember Me Alternate Ending

From inside we could hear Phineas fall clumsily down the white marble stairs. Everyone stayed calm as we rushed outside to assist him. Finny said he couldn’t move or feel his legs and people started splitting up to go get help and shouting orders. Once the doctors and nurses arrived some of us helped to move him to the infirmary. After what seemed like hours Dr. Stanpole came out to tell us the news. He told us something we never expected. Phineas severed his spine. He was paralyzed from the waist down and would never be able to walk again. He said that Phineas needed rest so everyone should go back to their rooms. Everyone left but I was frozen. It was almost as if I had fallen with Phineas, I couldn’t

he was unaware of, reasoning with no one by himself in the solitude of his mind. And then came

With each moment feeling like an eternity, hiding his reaction to the effects of the poison became too much for him to bear. Suddenly, in a scratchy, labored voice, he hollered with all of his might at the top of his

Jean-Claude slammed the door behind him not worried that he might wake anyone. He just stood in the entryway, his body slightly swaying but his gaze never faltering. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular just staring into nothing. No one greeted him at the door, dinner wasn’t ready, the lights were extinguished, the house was empty, like him.

However....Wesley didn't see what was in their immediate future. Didn't realize the dangers that were coming their way and how strong he would have to be.

He says, as a child, he was always thrilled and filled with "relief" when he saw a "streak of daylight showing under his door" (2). He was afraid of the night and the dark because of the lapse of time that comes with sleep. And with that lapse of time, there is also a lapse of knowledge of his own self in the present. However, he finds that by remembering and deconstructing his memories

Woohyun wears the seasons in his heart, his eyes are either blazing in passion, or dull and dead- the dark circles beneath them are signs of madness he proudly wears.

Twilight segued into a blanket of soft obsidian darkness as Allie lay there feeling alone and helpless. Outside her door, the city began to come to life as lamplighters lit the gas lamps along the Battery. It was so quiet in the house that she could hear someone several blocks away in the midst of a fracas. They argued back and forth for a few minutes and then became quiet. A little while later, ribald laughter wafted through the streets from the bars and eateries near the wharf, hearing others laughter and happiness only saddened her more. For hours, she lay there wondering, worrying, what if- what if the Yankees caught Thomas, or what if something else happened to him. What if she never saw or heard from him again- could she go on with her life? At that moment in time, she did not know that she could…

I was standing there all alone and afraid. In sudden confusion, I watched them take her away from me. Something was wrong, something had to be wrong. Why else would she be ripped from my arms-- taken the very instant I laid eyes on her?

The next night it was all gone, nothing left. The light had disappeared into the night. The night was calm, silent and lifeless.

The little light next to the train she had to take flickered. She shuffled a little bit forward, not really knowing what to say. In the end she looked up, her smile had faded because she had to say goodbye. Not knowing whether she'd see the boy again.

After a hopeful wink, he turned from the fearful face of the young fourteen-year-old and peered nervously back down to the jeep. Was he going to be sick? At that moment James turned under the influence of a shiver. His father whispered that it would be okay, but it was clear that even he anticipated a problem. Another, soon to be, dead body.

Every detail of the last two months was etched into his memory, depriving him of sleep and making his appetite less than normal. His voice was always hoarse after falling asleep, his screams from the nightmares becoming too much for his throat to handle.

In it was water, but it may have already been depleted. He knew nothing remained of the provisions he had brought. But there had to be something. Anything! On reaching the metal flask, the better part of him knew it was empty, and he tapped it. He felt no water shifting within the container.

Now, covered in sweat, the familiar feeling of suspicion and distrust surged inside him. He’d endured so much ridicule that he was distrustful of new situations, so he’d learned to pull back, observe and regroup before entering a situation. He needed to hide and keep his head down. He needed to leave the dock until he figured out what to do next. He’d learned to fade from view when he needed to escape. Bile rose in his throat. He felt queasy and clammy.