Aftermath:

For what seemed like hours of me just sitting in my misery, the police finally arrived. I think they tried asking me questions about what had happened, but I was way too far for anyone to even hope to reach me. They tried to get me to move as well, even if I had wanted to move, I don't think my legs would have obeyed me.

In the end, they had to lift me off the ground and take me home. When we arrived my dad and mom ran over and embraced me, crying of joy saying they had thought I had died.

I answered them by staring at them, not knowing what to do next. So, I decided to do what all kids do when they were scared. I ran into my room and looked myself up for the rest of the day. I was still wearing the cloth I had murdered someone with.

I heard a knock on the door and almost jumped to through the roof. It was my mom.

"Jax?" She asked cautiously. "Honey... Listen, I am not going to act. The police explained to me what had happened and what you had to do."

No...

no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!

I couldn't deal with this my mother was going to hate me, disowned me, would never see me as her son again, I had murdered someone and let my best friend die.

What parent would want a kid as a murderer...

"Jax, I am going to be honest with you." She continued, "there is no way I will ever be able to understand what you went through. But let me assure you this:"

"I will always love you."

What...?

No, she was bluffing, there was no way she could still love me... Could she?

"Stop faking mom..." I said on the brink of mentally collapsing. "How can you love me when I killed someone and let Will die...?" At that point I was sobbing uncontrollably. Too much was happening in too short a time, my head felt like it was going to explode.

I jumped as I heard her slam on the door, ripping me away from my mind and back into reality.

"Jax you listen to me and you listen to me well." she said with authority. "You. Are. Not. Responsible. For. This. Now please... Open this door."

I could hear I feint noise coming from the thin barrier between me and her. Was she sobbing?

"Mom... I'll open the door but please answer this question: How do you still love me after I killed someone?"

For what seemed like hours there was only the sound of me crying.

"Because you never wanted to kill someone."

"what?" I was so confused; how could someone kill a person without wanting to? "I had to wan-." I was cut off by her hitting my door again.

"NO, you didn't. You never asked to have a terrorist run in your school a threaten you and your class mate's life. You never asked for your best friend to die, and most importantly: You never asked to have to kill someone! Open this door now."

I had no choice I had to honor our bargain. I opened her door and found myself immediately wrapped in my mother's arm. She was crying like I had never seen her cry before.

"You're a good boy Jax, in killing that terrorist you saved so many other people, more then you realize"

"But..." I was sobbing so much I could barely talk, "What about William?"

"He isn't with us anymore, you are right about that. A sad truth is that no amount of crying will bring him back, but now, I have one question for you."

"Do you think William would want you to sit here in your misery or keep enjoying life?"

He would want me to keep living yes,

But he would also want me to avenge him.