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Chapter 8: Hurt and Pain

Everyone was still in the living room when Puck walked in. Mike's body lay in his arms. Tina gasped. Rachel and Quinn screamed. The rest of the group's face showed a mixture of horror, sadness, confusion and anger. Finn's face was full of regret. He got up and walked over to Puck.

"What happened?" he asked, a tear threatening to roll down his cheek.

Puck felt terrible. If he and Matt had got there just a few minutes earlier perhaps they could have saved Mike. "I don't know. We just found him. He was soaking wet. I think he drowned. He died just after we got there."

The two boys looked at each other, both knowing in their minds that Mike hadn't just drowned. He was an excellent swimmer. He loved swimming. He hadn't drowned. He had been drowned. He had been murdered.

Will walked back into the living room. "Guys I need to tell you something. The phone..."

He stopped mid- sentence as he saw Mike. A tear slid down his cheek. "Oh no. Oh no. No" he cried.

Matt walked into the room moments later, his face fixed into a permanent look of pain. It was easy to tell he had been crying. He walked straight past everyone's stares and down the corridor to his room. When he got there he lay on his bed and bawled.

Finn went to follow him but was pulled back by Puck. "No. Leave him. He needs to be alone right now." Finn nodded sympathetically, knowing that the pain he was feeling was nothing compared to the hurt Matt was feeling.

No one could find any words to say. They felt pain for Miss Pilsbury. They felt pain for Mike. They felt pain for everyone else because they knew that before long another would be gone. They even felt pain for Sam, the driver.

Puck walked over to his teacher, who was still stood in the doorway. "Umm, Mr Schue, I'm not sure where I should put the body. I can't put him in his room because Finn's still in there."

Mr Schue nodded. "We could put him in Emma's room for now." He got choked at the thought of the red headed guidance councillor.

"Mr Schue, Mike can go in our room. I'm not sure I can stay there. Although we've only been here a day that room has bad memories for me and I'm not sure I can handle it after what's happened." Finn thought back to earlier, when he had shouted at Mike.

Will had heard about the little argument Mike and Finn had shared earlier and knew the boy must be feeling incredibly guilty "Yeah okay Finn, but where are you going to sleep?"

"He can come into our room." Puck answered as he went to carry his friends body to his room.

Puck and Finn walked silently down the boy's corridor. As they got to the last room, Finn and Mike's they saw a piece of paper attached to the door. It was the note. Finn read it then looked at Puck.

"What the hell is going on here?" He shouted, before ripping it up and throwing it into the nearest bin.

As they entered the room, the memory of his last moment with Mike came flooding back and he couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He packed all of his clothes back into his bag while Puck laid Mike on his bed.

They walked back down the corridor to Puck's room. Puck opened the door to see Matt sitting on his bed surrounded by beer cans. He was just finishing his seventh can. Puck walked over to him and sat beside him on his bed.

"I think it's time to stop with the drink now bro." He said, putting a supportive arm around the fragile boy's shoulder.

"I don't get it Puck. I mean who would want to kill Mike. He was the only person who understood me. I feel like I've lost a part of myself. I don't even know what to do any more." He cried.

Finn walked into the room, puffy eyed, carrying his bag. Matt looked up. A glare spread across his face as he stood up and walked over to Finn. "You know what Finn, this is your fault. If you didn't upset him he wouldn't have even left the room. He would have been safe. He would have been alive." Matt's drunken words felt like a knife stabbing through Finn's heart. It was his fault. He could have saved Mike. He felt a hard knuckle collide with his cheek and winced in pain as he looked up to see Puck pulling Matt away from him.

"You better leave dude" Puck warned.

Finn nodded and left the room.

He re-entered the living room and sat down in an empty armchair. Normally the people around him would ask about the big red mark on his face that had been left by Matt's knuckle. Normally they would ask why his bag was in the living room, where he was going to sleep, if he was okay. Normally they would ask. But not tonight. No one even seemed to acknowledge him.

"When I went to speak to Sophie and Tim earlier" Will didn't see the point of continuing, he felt like he was talking to thin air. "I was told by Tim that all the phone lines had been cut. Our cell phone signals are unusable here and the bus had been damaged beyond repair." He knew that the little hope they had had would be gone now, but they deserved to know the truth. "I was also told that Sophie had been found with a knife through her heart. Sophie's dead guys."