Mourning

     Slowly creaking open the entrance to the Kaufmo's room, he flicked the lights, stepping into the clowns bedroom.  Paints, mini confetti bombs, fake daisys, all of his old stuff.
      The once clean floors and walls were still covered with his sloppy but still legible handwriting. Nobody had bothered to come to his room, yet until now. Jax couldn't bear to go.
     Jax still remembered his silly little grins from just a week before, one of the only things that was nice in this digital hell. His favorite memories were their pranks on the others, hiding Zoobles parts, scaring Ragatha with centipedes, and even crashing an adventure if it wasn't much fun.
     Jax smiled at the thought of Kaufmo and him making jokes or just hanging out in general. He actually enjoyed his presents and found his startled honks and squeaks silly. He shivered thinking of the day of his abstraction. Why hadn't he put the thought on checking on him? Could he have fixed him before it was too late? It didn't matter now. He was gone; deep in the cellar with the other lost ones.
     Shakey breath, he lay his head on a pillow and stared at the ceiling. Nothing but "Exit, Exit, Exit." Endlessly repeating itself until someone would be drove mad. He turned his head away from it and faced the desk next to Kaufmo's bed.
     A pot with some daisys, a lamp, and a piece of crumbled paper..
     Paper?
     Jax lifted his arm enough to reach out and grab it, unfolding it until he could see the rest of the page. It was a note, or rather, a letter. His pupils scanned the writing.
     I know I will be gone soon, and I can feel it. Just yesterday, I started hacking up thick black goo. I can't leave without proving them I'm right. Caine is a LIAR. I saw it, large and red. I probably couldn't even reach the handle if I got to it. I've seen it twice, outside and in the tent. I'm not having digital hallucinations, I've been here long enough. Once I show everyone that exit, we can all leave together. I don't know what's on the other side, or even if our families are still out, if we had any. I just can't leave them all behind, especially Jax's. But maybe then, I can find Jax afterward, and we can be best buds outside of this hell and be free. 
     Those last few sentences... It made him tear. So many emotions filled his head and heart all at once. Breaking down, he held onto the paper fiercely and began to slowly but surely break into a sob. Thankfully, these rooms were all soundproof. He couldn't have any of the others seeing him be so weak and cowardly. 
     He couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face, leaving wet spots on the pillow and blanket. Soon enough, he started to whimper. Embarrassing squeaks and whines croaked from his throat that he couldn't control.
     Being in this room didn't help. Kaufmo wasn't coming back, but he still felt there. Somewhere.
     He buried his face into the pillow to try and quiet his sobs even though no one but him could hear it. He couldn't bear his own sobs. He was an embarrassment to himself. He wasn't supposed to cry. He's the tough guy that listens to nobody and has no soft spots.
     His heart rate began to slow, and his sobs and whines softened after about a good 5 minutes. He grabbed the blanket and curled himself into it, tucking each corner in to trap the heat and let his tense muscles relax. His breathing calmed, and he was able to stop shaking from his cries. Finally, he let his mind drift to some place else, and with a few sighs, he muttered, "I miss you, Kauffy," and fell into a deep, calming sleep.

Notes: This is sort of old, from December, I believe. But thanks for reading. I've never used wattpad and am still learning how it works.