I just couldn’t grasp the fact that Jake was right in front of me; dead.
His body looked pale somehow, wrinkled; and his veins were bulging out from beneath his skin. I couldn’t understand what could have caused that. His eyes were frozen in fear, almost as if he had come face to face with the angel of death himself. There were no wound or entry holes but I could swear someone had killed the sweet, loving boy that was my friend.
The pressing question on my mind now, why?
I stretched out my hand to touch him- I kinda half-expected him to slap it away, laughing while telling me it was all a big prank that the school was pulling on me- when someone suddenly shouted, “Don’t touch him!”
I immediately withdrew my hand as I turned and saw Abigail Clark, my guardian, walking towards me; it was
