CHAPTER 2
Mark's POV
Jack and I woke up to the obnoxious buzzing of an alarm clock. Despite enduring the loss and potential death of Cry, we still are required to go to school, unfortunately.
We both got our stuff together and were about to walk out the door together when I felt Jack grab my hand.
He had his head slightly down and squeezed somewhat roughly.
"Mark, what are we going to do now? What is going to happen to Cry? What is Felix going to say when we tell him what's going on?" Jack frowned.
I cupped my hands around his cheeks gently and gave him a soft and sympathetic smile. "It will all be okay Jack. Don't go beating yourself up over this. It's not your fault!"
There was a small twinkle in my glasses as Jack's eyes lit up because of my words. Yet somehow there was also guilt and confusion in those same eyes.
"I don't understand. If I hadn't been picked on, that girl would still be alive and Cry wouldn't be in a cold cell right now."
So that is what has been on my precious Jack's mind. I don't know enough about Cry to be able to tell what his motives were. It seems very unusual that he would've killed her out of anger because he is usually very calm. I guess we never really talked about that stuff. But either way, I simply can't bring myself to believe that is what truly happened.
"Everything will be okay Jack I promise. Come on, let's get to school before we are late."