Jay's POV Oh god. Shes lying on the floor, with…with that horrific blood fleeing from her head. I can't do it. I ran round the corner; needing to feel safe again, needing security. I kicked my house door open and cried on my bed. Shortest update evar!
Logan's POV That was generally how I spend my time after school, my black JD's scuffing the pavement, my thoughts filled of…of her. Sorrowfully walking the streets, trying to make my cold, dead heart beat again. It doesn't work. At the end of it, I always end up in the same place. That same navy blue door, with the cool blue marble doorbell. Jay's house. The house of my murderer, my robber, the terrorist of my life. Dully the sun strained itself to peek out from behind the clouds. I sung sadly, I can't remember why or what the song was. All I can visualise happening was the trickles of blood falling at my feet. Numerous drops slid down the pavement. Then, I got it, it clicked…