James P.o.v.

I woke up to the sunlight streaming in through my window. I squinted my eyes from the sudden brightness. I blinked a few times until my eyes adjusted and then sat up. I stretched my sore limbs and stood up slowly. I walked over to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face. I looked in the mirror and examined my face. My eyes were bloodshot and I had deep purple bags under my eyes. My hair was in disarray; some stuck to my face with sweat, while other strands stood straight up. I didn't have the energy to add all the products I usually did so I just smoothed it down with my hands. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nine thirty-five. The funeral was at ten thirty. I walked back to my room and rummaged through my closet. I gagged on the dust that flew off the untouched clothing. After a few moments I found what I was looking for. I pulled out a long black suit with a black silk tie. Draping it over my arm I headed back into the bathroom. I slipped it on and looking in the mirror I adjusted the tie. I grabbed a comb from the drawer and ran it through my hair until it looked presentable. Taking one more look in the mirror, I turned to walk out. On my way down the stairs I heard a knock on the door. I hurried to the door and swung it open.

"Hey, Jamie," Lexi said with a big smile.

"Hey. Come on in," I said pulling the door open wider allowing her to enter the room.

"I take it today is the funeral," she said avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah," I replied softly.

Lexi walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me. Placing her hand on my cheek she pressed her lips against mine. I placed my hands on her waist as she deepened the kiss. We eventually had to part from lack of oxygen. She looked into my eyes.

"We will get through this. Together," she said keeping eye contact.

"Thank you. Oh, do you think you might be able to come with me. Please?" I said batting my eyes at her.

"For you anything," she said placing a kiss on my lips. "Oh I came to ask you something. Are you planning on returning to California?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked curious about her question.

"Because, my family is moving there this summer," she said excitedly wrapping her arms around my neck.

"That's great," I replied spinning her around.

"I have to go get ready for the you know what. What time is it at?" she asked quietly.

"Uh, ten thirty. It is around quarter to ten now," I replied.

"Alright I will meet you here soon. Love you, Jamie," she said kissing my cheek as she walked out.

"Love you too, Lexi," I said with a small smile on my lips.

I closed the door and walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast. Maybe this day won't be so bad after all.

Kendall P.o.v.

Today is the funeral. This is going to be a tough day for James. I sighed. Logan and Carlos were still asleep. I sat down on the couch in our living room. It is so weird to not be woken up by my mom or Katie. I mean it's nice to be able to sleep late but it is still weird. I stared out the window and watched the people walk by. They were so lucky. I mean they never had to worry about a best friend who is a cutter. They never had to wonder if he would be stupid enough to take his own life. They would never have to wonder what they would do without him. Why do we have to go through this and not someone else? I shook my head unconsciously. I have to go wake up Carlos and Logan. This won't be fun, but if I don't get them up soon we will miss the funeral. It is already about ten now. I stood up and slowly walked over to their room. I have to be careful of how I wake them. I doubt that they want another funeral today. I slowly opened the bedroom door, and walked into the room to wake them.

James P.o.v.

I stood by the door, waiting for Lexi. It was quarter after ten, and I had to get there early. I looked out into the street and slightly shivered from the cold breeze. I watched the people pass, silently envying them that they have such carefree lives and my life is so horrible. Well it's not all bad I mean I have the best friends anyone could want. And I have the best girlfriend. I smiled as I thought of her. Suddenly I heard someone call my name.

"What?" I said snapping out of my thoughts.

"I was calling you for the last few minutes. Are you alright?" Lexi asked placing her hand on my cheek.

"Uh yeah I'm fine. Just lost in thought," I replied.

"Well, o.k. let's go. We are going to be late," she said grabbing my hand.

Wow, she looked amazing. She was in a long flowing black dress that had small sequins near the bottom. It cut off at her ankles. Her hair was straightened and pulled back into a ponytail, leaving only a few strands hanging by her ears. I guess she saw me staring considering she gave me a smile and kissed me.

When we reached the funeral home I was surprised to see Kendall, Carlos, and Logan there.

"Hey, guys," I said giving them a smile.

Kendall P.o.v.

When we reached the funeral place we took our spot waiting out front for James to arrive. Yes, we finally made it out of the house, with only minor injuries. I rubbed the bruise on my cheek courtesy of Logan. He is not pleasant when he is woken up before twelve on Saturday. I suddenly spotted James walking with Lexi and nudged the other guys. They gave me a dirty look until they noticed James.

"Hey guys," James said with a smile. "I didn't know you were coming."

"Of course we would come. We wouldn't leave you on a day like this. Besides we had nothing better to do and we thought it might be fun," Carlos said smiling. I smacked him, and in return he glared at me.

"What we meant was we wanted to help you through this, because you are our best friend and we care about you," I said hoping James would forget what Carlos had said.

"Alright," he said giving us a small smile. "Follow me."

We followed him behind the building. When we turned the corner we saw all of the members of James' family sitting in chairs behind the casket. We watched as he and Lexi sat in the two open chairs in the front row next to his parents. We walked up there also, but stayed off to the side, trying to stay out of the way. About halfway through the funeral his parents stood up and made their way to the front.

"Our son Cameron lived a short life, but also a good life. Everyone loved him, considering it was impossible not to. Now most of you think that his death was a simple tragedy; an accident, but I am here to tell you it wasn't. It was his fault our son is dead," Mrs. Diamond said as she pointed her finger at James. All eyes turned to look at him and his faced showed guilt, though it wasn't his fault. Mumbles of cruel phrases and names could be heard through the crowd. I watched as Lexi placed her hand on his trying to comfort him. Mrs. Diamond continued. "Yes, it was our son James' fault, though he doesn't deserve to be called our son anymore. This is what happened. After we came into town he thought it would be fun to take a drive around the city, show us some sights. But what he didn't tell us was he didn't have his license. As we passed this one store his turned to try to see through the store window and he didn't pay attention to the road. When he turned his eyes back to the road he was in the path of an oncoming truck. He hit the brakes, but didn't think to swerve. The truck hit the passenger side, where Cameron was. He left the crash without a scratch as did my husband and I. But Cameron was in critical state. The doctors didn't think he would survive the night, and he didn't. And the one thing I was shocked to see was James never visited Cameron before he died. He was too busy with rehearsals for his band. He could care less about Cameron. In fact, I heard him say he was glad he died. James always envied him. He was everything he wasn't. Cameron never deserved to die. My baby," she finished as she started bawling. Everyone was staring at James in shock, while his eyes were wide open trying to take in what his parents said. All around him his so called family was giving him evil looks and shaking their heads at him.

Abruptly, he stood up and ran off, leaving all of us standing there alone. I walked up in front of everyone, amazed they could believe this bitch and all of her shit.

"Hey, you know what? Do you want to know the truth? It wasn't James' fault. That story was a bunch of lies. James was home with us when his family got into that crash. His parents were driving not him. He got the call and immediately rushed over to the hospital to see his brother. But guess what? His parents kicked him out of the room. They never let him see Cameron. And then if that wasn't bad enough they come here and tried to tell you a bunch of lies to make James look like the reason Cameron is dead. No. Blame them not him," I yelled at the crowd. They looked at me then at his parents and one by one they stood up and made their way over to them.

The guys, Lexi, and I hurried out of there and to the front of the building.

"Do you know where James could have run off too?" I asked Lexi.

"No, I don't have any- Oh no. He wouldn't," she said as her eyes scanned nervously back and forth.

"What wouldn't he do?" I asked now to the point of screaming.

"I-I showed him my favorite spot to relax. It is sort of like a cliff that overlooks a lake. He wouldn't you know," she stopped unable to finish.

"We have to get there now. Move!" I shouted hurrying off to reach him in time.

James P.o.v.

As I ran off I could not believe they would say that. Now all of my family thinks I am a murderer. I can't stand it anymore. I went to the one place I could think. I hurried across the field to the place Lexi showed me. I sat down at the edge and stared out. It was the most beautiful place I had ever been to. I sighed and looked down. The water crashed against the rocks below. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. What if I could just end it all now? All the pain, all the suffering, all the ridicule. It would be so easy. One jump and it's over. I stood up and stared down.

I heard footsteps, followed by my name being shouted repeatedly. "James. No!"

I turned around to see Kendall, Carlos, Logan, and Lexi running towards me. I stepped closer to the edge. "Please don't do this," Lexi said as tears ran down her face. They were all around ten feet from me.

"I have to," I said staring straight at her.

"No you don't," Kendall said softly. "We can help you. You don't have to do this."

"You're right. I don't have to. But I want to," I said nearing the edge.

"No, James, please don't," Lexi cried out to me. "I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered. They couldn't stop me from doing this, not even Lexi. "I'm sorry."

I looked at them briefly, then looked up at the sun. I gave them a small smile, and then fell backwards off the edge. I heard them shout and scream, but it was too late. I felt the air rush by me, followed by the cool water. Then I saw nothing.

Kendall P.o.v.

I had tears down my face. He was gone. I can't believe he committed suicide. I looked over at the others. All of them were crying and Lexi was on the ground bawling her eyes out. I knelt down beside her and wrapped my arms around her.

"We will get through this. Together. I promise," I said quietly.

After a few minutes we stood up quietly and walked back to the funeral to tell them another one was in order. On our way back it started to rain, as if God himself was weeping with us. Why James? Why?

No One's P.o.v.

A lone figure crawled slowly out of the water and landed hardly on the sand. The only movement from the figure was the slow rising and falling of his chest. Blood seeped from the cut on his stomach staining the sand crimson. He let out a soft groan before falling unconscious once more.

That is the end of this one. Tell me if you think I should make a sequel. Until next time, TurquoiseRose16 out.