So now Rich and Jake are dead. I honestly have no idea what happened.

I mean, I was there, so obviously I know, but why. I can't answer that. And apparently, neither can the SQUIP. Because all I know is that Jake pinched me in the face, the SQUIP kept shocking me, and somehow I ended up with a gun.

It's like... I could see what I was doing, but I couldn't change it. Like I was just along for the ride. Disassociating. Or maybe I'm just saying that so I don't feel guilty.

Every so often the SQUIP would shock me, seemingly for no reason. It's voice was hard to understand at times and it wasn't giving any clear commands. Rich probably sold me a faulty computer. Of course he did. Cause he's an asshole.

Long, confusing story short, Rich and Jake are now dead, behind the school, and I'm holding the gun. That doesn't look good.

I had gotten them to come fairly easily. I just told them I wanted to see a real fight. And I was told the gun was loaded with blanks, to scare them. By the SQUIP. So either it's genuinely broken, or it was lying to me.

"I am not broken, Jeremy," it said, it's voice angry. "You'll need to cover this up."

"Like with Chloe?" I asked, suddenly angry with this stupid floppy disk in my head, "how long does this go on? What does this have to do with me getting Christine?"

The hologram of Christian Slater pinched the bridge of it's nose. "Yes, like with Chloe, make it look like a suicide. How long does this go on? Until you achieve your goals. The goal was never murder, but that's the path you're on. I cannot change that. I only go where you go. And this," it hissed, gesturing to the bodies on the ground in front of me, "has absolutely nothing to do with Christine. I cannot do this, Jeremy. You can. I cannot determine where you go. I am a computer and I can only do so much."

Guilt twisted my stomach. "What do I write...?"

"Jake and I could not do this anymore, pretending to be who we are not. Being popular at Middle Borough means you are a specific category: White, straight, and skinny. We can't keep lying. So to avoid the hateful shunning that is obviously coming for us, we chose to take our lives. We would rather die, together that live in a world where we must be apart. This was the only way we could show our love freely. Goodbye."

I rummaged through my bag for a piece of paper and copied this down, planting it beside Rich, then the gun by Jake. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Come on," the SQUIP instructed, "let's get to work."