Jake

Marco left and I was left standing there with my mum looking at me as if I would drop dead at any moment. I probably would.

"Come on, you're going to bed," my mum said and lead me up the stairs towards my bedroom.

I wanted to scream out to her, to tell her everything that happened, but I knew I couldn't.

When we reached my bedroom she lowered me gently on the bed. She turned to leave, but I grabbed her, feeling vulnerable at that moment.

"Why did he have to die?" I choked, hot tears forming in my eyes.

"Hey," my mum lowered herself down on my bed and sat next to me, turning my head so I was forced to look at her. "It's all right."

"No it's not," I sobbed, the first time I have cried since I was a kid, but I didn't care anymore. "He's dead and it's all my fault."

"Jake, this is not your fault," my mum said, almost angrily. "This is not your fault."

"What if I could save him but someone was holding me back?" I asked, tears streaming down my face, uncontrollably.

"This is not your fault," my mum said again, hugging me tight as I continued to sob.

"Don't leave me," I begged as I completely broke down in her arms.