Jax's POV

    It's been a couple of days since Jason's death. Josh hasn't shown up to school, which is a little strange. The funeral is tomorrow, so I had to prepare for it. It's a little sad that I wasn't told about at least Jeremy's funeral, but it is what it is. Christopher is taking me to the funeral. My father hates them and refuses to go to them. He has only ever gone to my mother's funeral. I wasn't even informed about her's, but, again, it is what it is. It is lunch time and I'm staring off into space.
    "Hey, are you going to be alright?" a gentle voice asks me. I turn to see Christopher sitting next to me. He looks super depressed, but it is very understandable. All of our friends are dropping dead and it's my fault. They don't have to die, but that is what Unknown has decided to do. It sucks that he has killed all, but three of my friends. One moved away, so I guess he doesn't really count. 
    "Probably," I answer. He brings his arm up and he carefully places his hand onto my shoulder. His brown eyes start welling up with tears. He looks broken. Becoming friends with him was a bad idea. If we just stayed away from each other then we wouldn't have to be going through this.
    "I'm sorry," he tells me. Tears stream out of his right eye, but don't pour out of the left one.
    "For what?" I question him. 
    "For everything that has happened," he answers. He gets up and walks out of the cafeteria. The bell rings and I head to my next class.
    The rest of the day goes by. I didn't pay attention at all. All I could think about was Jason. The event of him dying kept playing over and over again in my head. I wait by the front entrance of the school building. I already had on what I was going to wear to his funeral. A hand is placed onto my shoulder. It is Christopher. I look at the ground. He grabs my arm and pulls me out of the building. I just follow his lead. He opens a car door and gently pushes me into it. He shuts the door and gets into the front seat.
    "Hello, Jax, it's nice to see you again," a soft feminine voice greets. I look up and see Christopher's mom. She looks almost exactly like him. The only difference is her having feminine features and that her hair was longer. It's kind of weird. I give her a small smile and then look back down at my lap. She sighs. "I know it's hard losing a friend, but things happen." If only she knew.
    Half an hour passes. It was a silent car ride. We got there and got out of the car. Wee went into the building and saw the many people there. We walked into the room with him in it. I wasn't scared or nervous to see him. I walk up to the open casket. He is laying there peacefully. He has a smile on his face. He had a suit on. He was cleaned up nicely. He didn't deserve to die. I put my hand onto him. His had is cold and lifeless. My eyes start to feel wetness come from my eyes. He's gone. They're all gone. They won't ever come back and it's all my fault. I stop touching his and and walk to the back of the room. I want to go home. I understand why my father doesn't like funerals, they are just way to sad.

(A/n) Sorry for the short chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Goodbye. ~Tiny