Damian pulled the covers tighter around his head. Sobs shook his entire body and he could barely open his puffy eyes from the incredible amount of crying he had been doing. The phone rang for the hundredth time that day and he ignored it for the hundredth time. He felt completely lost in a world of pain. Memories of Cameron swam in his hazy brain and Damian didn't stop them from ripping him apart. He knew it was only torturing him more but what point was there of being happy if Cameron wasn't there to share it with him?

His cellphone rang yet again and Damian grabbed it off his nightstand, chucking it across the room. It shattered but Damian didn't even give it a thought. The broken pieces probably resembled his heart. A pounding came from the door of the apartment. Lindsay had been coming every day for almost a week, screaming for him to come out. At least he assumed that was what she was saying; it was too muffled to understand.

Damian couldn't bear to talk to anyone. He didn't want anything to do with the funeral. He just knew that they were trying to get him to go but he just couldn't do it. Since that day in the hospital when Cameron wouldn't wake up, Damian was a recluse, lost in his own suffering.

The pounding continued and Damian curled into a ball, tugging at his hair. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts and not deal with other people coddling him like a child. The banging grew louder and more separated, as if someone was throwing their weight against the door. Damian slinked farther under the sheets. A huge crash sounded in the entry way but Damian still didn't move. Maybe they wouldn't find him. He knew it was pointless to hide now but he did anyways.

Footsteps came down the hall, more than one pair. He peeked out of the top of his blankets and saw Bryce, Samuel, and Lindsay staring angrily at him. Lindsay had her arms crossed like she always did when she was mad and Bryce was rubbing his shoulder; he must have been the one to knock the door down.

"Fuck off," Damian mumbled, turning back over to face away from them.

"No, Damian, you're getting up. Now," Lindsay replied with ice in her voice.

"What's the point? I don't have any reason to live anymore."

"What's the point? Have you not listened to any of our messages?"

"No," he already felt himself falling back into the uncontrolled mess from a few moments before. He couldn't handle hearing the words aloud.

"Then you should come with us," Bryce said seriously. Damian detected a hint of happiness in his voice. How could he be happy when the only person in the world who really mattered was dead? Lindsay pulled the covers off of him swiftly.

"No. I won't go to the funeral. You can't make me," he shot up, a burst of anger fueling his energy.

Lindsay jumped backwards and gasped at Damian's meager state. He was pale, sickeningly skinny, and the sallowness of his cheeks gave him the appearance of a ghost. "Damian, Cam isn't dead. He woke up."

The words passed through Damian like air. They were only telling him that so he would leave with them. "You think that's funny? Telling me my best friend is alive when I very well know he's dead? You're sick. Now get out," he pointed furiously out the door.

Samuel raised an eyebrow. "Damo, listen, it's true. Just come to the hospital and see Cam. He's been asking for you constantly. He wants to see you."

Damian shook his head, still not believing. He turned resolutely away, leaning his hands against his desk, feeling tears leak down his face again. "Damian," Lindsay's voice softened and she walked behind him, resting her hand on his back. "Please, just come with us. I know you love him so just come see him. I promise we're not lying to you."

Damian took a raspy breath and ran his hands through his hair, pulling on it again. His lip trembled. "Here, put on a coat. It's cold out tonight," Samuel held out Damian's jacket and he took it reluctantly. He still didn't believe them but maybe he should go to the funeral. Say his final goodbyes.

Bryce, Samuel, and Lindsay flocked on either side of Damian to ensure that he wouldn't try to run away. They stepped through the doorway. The wood by the handle was splintered but Damian hardly cared. He breathed in the night air. The wind brushed his tear-stained cheeks as he stared up at the bright stars. Damian wondered what Cameron was doing up there. Probably playing his guitar or singing with John Lennon, completely happy. Over the past week, Damian spent most of his time staring at the stars. To Damian, they were paradise stars. The only things that gave him any comfort.

Lindsay sat in the back of Bryce's car, holding Damian's hand in what she probably thought was a comforting way. It only made Damian feel worse because he wished it was Cameron's hand in his own. Like that last night they spent together, running down the busy street without a care in the world. He pulled out of Lindsay's grip and crossed his arms, staring out the window somberly.

The car ride was completely silent and Damian could tell he was losing control again. He dug his fingers into his arms to try to stop from crying again. It failed. A whimper escaped and his chest shook from his forced breaths. "Oh, don't cry, please. You should be happy about this!" Lindsay rubbed Damian's arm reassuringly.

"Take me back. I can't do this. I can't see him get lowered into the ground. I just can't, take me back," he became less and less understandable as he rambled on.

Lindsay hugged his shoulders. "Shh, shh, he's fine, Damian, it's okay. Look we're here, you'll see."

He looked out the window to see the hospital looming above him. He shook his head violently, humming disturbingly. "No, no, no. I can't."

"Guys, help me out here?" Lindsay looked desperately from Samuel to Bryce.

"Damian if you don't come up willingly, we'll just make you," Bryce threatened.

Damian looked down, biting his lip uncertainly. What if they were telling the truth? He slowly opened the door and stepped out as if he hadn't walked in years. He was led in a daze to the room that had haunted his dreams for the past week. The last time he would ever see Cameron was in this room. Damian didn't understand why they took him here. Cameron was gone and they were just making it harder to accept.

"Go in," Lindsay whispered.

"Why? He's not there."

"Yes he is. Just go in."

Damian contemplated his options. Bryce and Samuel would just force him if he didn't oblige. And they could be right. He wanted them to be, even if he didn't believe it. "Fine. But I know you're wrong. This is only making things worse," Lindsay didn't reply, just motioned towards the door.

Damian grasped the cold door handle, his heartbeat quickened to a frightening pace. He turned it slowly. The two seconds it took to open the door passed in slow motion. He didn't know what to expect when he would open his eyes. His breath caught in his throat as he stepped through the doorway. He couldn't look up. Damian didn't want to see the corpse of his best friend, it would kill him. But after a painful breath, he brought his eyes up slowly and a weak voice sounded out.

"Damian."