Chapter 11

"No that can't be," Kyle said in shock.

"It is they have confirmed it, the bullets have the same shape and everything, they are a perfect match," Jerald answered.

"I-I-I-I killed Stan."

Kyle then burst into tears and Jerald just patted him on the back.

"I am so sorry Kyle," Jerald told him sympathetically.

"Not as sorry as I am," Kyle responded through what seemed like an endless stream of tears.

"They have set a time for his wake and for his funeral."

"When will the funeral and wake be?"

"Next week Thursday. Do you want to go?"

"Yeah. I'll go."

Kyle could never have guessed that he would have ever lived a day so depressing. He remembered walking into the funeral home. The red hared boy walked up to the casket, which was closed.

"Well Stan, who would've ever thought that something like this could have happened," Kyle said teary eyed placing his hand on the coffin.

Kyle then just went into a part of the room, sat, and cried there silently to himself. Jerald came over, gave Kyle a hug, and tried his best to comfort him but it was no use. After Kyle finally was able to control himself he looked around and saw Wendy who was dressed in complete black and had clearly been crying herself. Kyle had all but forgotten about her during this whole mess. They then proceeded to curch for the funeral and during it Kyle went up to the podium to say some words.

"Hello everyone," Kyle started, "I am Stan's best friend and he was my best friend. I have known him all my life and I don't think that you could find a better person to be friends with. I don't think that anyone could have predicted what would happen. I know that in my mind Stan will continue to live on because I could never forget him and the times we had."

Kyle had to stop there because he knew that he could not continue without bursting into tears so he sat down. After the sermon, they carried the coffin out to the graveyard where there were many new graves for those who had lost their lives in the battles. Kyle could never recall a worse feeling a they lowered the. To him it felt as if all the happiness in the world was being lowered into the ground as well. Over the next few months, he tried his best to get over Stan's death but whenever he thought that he was over it a sudden rush of memories came flooding back.

Present Day

That was so long ago yet it seemed like it all happened yesterday.

"Never wanted anything like this to happen to you," Kyle said to himself, "I know I should forget how you died but the fact that I did it just won't let me."

Looking down at the grave of his friend he picked some dandelions growing on the grass and set them right next to the grave. He nodded at the grave as if to acknowledge something said silently to him.

"Good-bye pal," Kyle said as he turned around and started to walk out of the graveyard but then stopped when he saw Stan's red puffball hat that he always wore. He then picked it up and then turned around and put it by the grave alongside the dandelions. He then walked away to his job that he got which started early in the morning.

The End