Jax's POV

    They took me home, but I came home to a note taped to my door. I walk up dark oak door and pull the note down. The note is terribly folded.  It is addressed to me, but it is horribly written. I open up the note. It reads:

Dear Jax,

    My time is up, so I had to let you know. Don't look for me, you won't find me. I'm gone. All this death is way to much and now Jason is gone too. I couldn't live in a world with out him. I'm sorry.

Goodbye,
Josh

    I stare at the letter. It has some spots where the ink ran. I look at the door and then back down at the letter. I try to comprehend what the letter means. It can mean many things, but what? What does this letter mean? My eyes go wide.
    "It's a suicide letter," I whisper to myself. I drop the letter and sprint to Christopher's house as fast as I could. I pound on the door. He opens it and looks at me with a puzzled expression. "Where does Josh live? It's important."
    "What?" he questions me.
    "He put a note on my door and I think it was a suicide letter and-" he cuts me off before I can finish by grabbing my arm and sprinting to his home. He is booking it. His grip around my wrist is like stone. We get to his house and Christopher grabs a key out of his pocket. Quickly, he shoves the key into the lock. He turns it and the lock clicks. He swings the door open and drops my wrist. As fast as possible he runs into the house.
    "Josh!" he screams, "where are you?" His yell is being broken apart by his panic. I hear a loud bang and I run into the house. Christopher busted through a door. No one was in there. Christopher pushes passed me and runs to another door. He jiggles the doorknob. It's locked. He slams his entire body into the door. It comes crashing down. "Oh my God." He puts his hands to his mouth. "Call the cops." I look into the room. There he was. He had hanged himself with a sheet. The sheet was tied to a closet door and swung over the top. The part that wasn't tied to the doorknob was tied around his neck. "Don't just stand there! Call! The! Cops!"
    "Right," I mumble. I pull out my phone and call the police. I explain the situation to them. "They're on their way." Christopher's falls to his knees.
    "God damn it," he mumbles to himself. Defeat swirls around him. He lost most of his really close friends. They either moved away or died. This must be so hard for him. The police show up and handle everything. They drive us both home without questioning us about Josh's suicide. I pick up the letter at my house and hand it to them.
    "Thank you," a rough sounding police office says. I go inside my house and fall to the ground. It's all over. I have only one friend left now, unless I count Unknown as a friend. He has murdered most of my friends, so I don't think I count him as a friend. He's been so nice, but he is a murderer. What am I going to do?

(A/n) I know it's a short chapter, but it's still a chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Bye ~Tiny