CHAPTER THREE
Jal's note

"Jal?" Michelle sat down beside her, taking a quick glance at the note, "Jal, what does it say?"
Jal handed the note to Michelle, not at all fiving eye contact. Michelle held the letter and read it aloud:

'Dear Jal,

Thank you for everything. Thank you for being there when I was in the hospital, you didn't have to but you did and you being there made me feel so much better. I love you so, so much and I'm really sorry for everything that's happening, and I do hope that you understand that this is not my fault, but I am really sorry. I'm so sorry for being such a dick to you and I know that I can be a heartless twat, but I love you, Jal. Just remember that, and as I write this I can see you sat on the sofa oppisite me, glaring at me with your big, beautiful eyes and you're shouting at me, asking what I'm writing but I won't tell you. I can't tell you, but one day you will (hopefully) find this note, read it and think back to that moment, and you would have had no idea it was this that I was writing. Jal, I could write shit loads about how I feel for you right now, and how sorry I am. I'm sorry for everything, and I've never written the word 'sorry' down so much on one piece of paper before; it's because I honestly am sorry.
Your note is the one that I wrote first out of everyone's, since you are the most important to me.
I love you, Jal. Never forget that. Keep safe.

-Chris xxxxx'

Michelle delicately place the note on the cabinet that stood beside her. Everyone in the room immediately darted their eyes towards Jal to see her crying her eyes out. This broke my heart. I'v never seen Jal like this before, I don't think any of us have. I made my way to the chair that Jal say upon and kneeled down beside her.
"Jal?"
No reply. She sat in the chair curled up and covering her face as I tried and tried to talk to her. I gently removed her arms from her face, but she quickly pulled them back over. I stood back up and walked over to Michelle who was now stood beside Tony. Walking past her I whispered into her ear, "Try and talk to her. Please."
As she made her was over to Jal, I grabbed the note that sat on the side of the cabinet. I spotted another number in the corner, however this time it said '2/8'.
Michelle removed Jal's arms away from her face again, and sat her up. Violently pushing Michelle backwards onto the bed, Jal stood up and started to push everything off of the cabinet. Cassie, Sid and Anwar left the room, looking quite terrified, whilst Michelle, Tony and I continued to watch Jal.
Mirrors being smashed, shelves being destroyed, papers being ripped. She was out of control.
I didn't like seeing Jal like this, and I couldn't stand being in the same room as her as it scared me so much but I didn't want to leave her, she looked completly heartbroken. The more objects she threw and broke, the more that her anger built up and I could see that Tony and Michelle were feeling exactly the same as I was. Michelle took hold of Jal trying to calm her down, but it didn't work at all.
"Calm down, Jal. Shhh.." Michelle slowly assisted Jal to the wooden chair that she previously sat on. Wiping the tears from her face, Jal looked awfull. I mean, reallyawful. She was shaking and her face was so pale, it was like she has just seen a ghost or something. I worried for Jal, but whatever I said to her she wouldn't listen. Tony and I left the room to leave Michelle and Jal to talk.

"How is she?" asked Sid, as soon as I took a step into the cold, quiet kitchen in which everyone sat.
"She's not to great.." I replied, taking a seat next to Anwar, "She looked kind of angry."
The room fell silent and all that could be heard was the soft voice of Michelle comforting Jal in the other room. Everyone tried not to listen in, but it was impossible - we were all worried about Jal as she reacted so strange to the note. To be fair, where Chris had written about how much he loved her that probably got to her, because I could tell that she loved him too. Placing my arm on the kitchen side, I knocked a few pieces of paper to floor. Reaching down to pick them up - one piece inparticular caught my eye. The corner read '3/8'.

Shit. Another note? I pulled it from the pile and looked at everyone quite worriedly. I didn't know what to do.
"What's wrong, Max?" Anwar asked, taking a quick glance at the note. I carefully unfolded it, to read who it was addressed to.
I looked and the note began.. 'Dear Tony...' Looking over at Tony, he immediatly rushed over to me and snatched the note from my hand, as he walked to the living room to sit down.