Oh, Marcel!

"You Don't Think He Killed Himself?"

~Ember~

"H-harry." Emily stutters gripping onto his arm. She looks pale and about to faint. He wraps his arms around her as he walks towards the car...or should I say..Jimmy's car.

That's Jimmy's car alright. I just know it.

Marcel has crept closer to the window. The person in the car doesn't seem to move.

"Guys.." He calls out as he reaches for the door. He knocks on the glass gently. Whoever is inside doesn't budge. Marcel knocks a bit forcefully as I reach his side and peer into the car.

It is Jimmy. I can tell by his features. That dark black hair, but there is something wrong. His face looks peaceful, too peaceful. His eyes are closed. My stomach clenches up and I have to run away before my salad ends up spewing out of my mouth.

I'm bent over and hurling as Emily reaches me rubbing my back and pulling back my hair. She whispers that it's going to be okay as I hear Harry mutter something.

"Shit."

Marcel has opened the door, Jimmy's body falling out the car door. I feel sick again as I hear the thud on the pavement. I end up dry heaving and uncontrollably sobbing. Emily takes me away and back to Harry's car.

~Marcel~

His body falls out as I open the door. The blood on the side of his face showing clearly now. He was hit in the head by something.

"Is he alive?" Harry steps closer to the body laying before my feet. I reach down and lift him up, pulling him to open pavement. The hole in the side of his head tells me that he is no longer here.

"That's Jimmy, right?" He asks kneeling down and examining him. I nod my head and do the same.

"You don't think he killed himself?" I ask inspecting the wound in his head without touching him anymore. Dried blood has poured out of it indicating that he was here for a while.

"It looks that way." Harry stands up and walks to the car. I sit and stare at Jimmy laying before me. Maybe I shouldn't have said all those things. My heart aches at the fact that I could have saved him.

"Hey look. I found something." Harry says and I get up off my feet having to tear my eyes from Jimmy's lifeless body. He's holding up a something white.

"What's that?" I reach for it and he pulls it away.

"It's adressed to Ember.." He explains and the points to something on the floor of the car. A black handheld gun.

"So I guess he did. But why here? Don't you think that is a bit weird?" Harry says. "Especially the fact that we somehow got 'lost' here."

"I swear I have nothing to do with it!" I put my hands up and he shakes his head.

"I'm not accusing you of anything, I'm just saying." He shrugs.

"What do we do?" I ask.

"Call the police. We are keeping this note though." He holds up the note again, taunting me. I want to take it and read it for myself, but I know I shouldn't. It's for Ember. Where is she anyway?

"Where did.." Harry nods pointing toward his car.

"You can go and take this with you. I'll call the police." He finally hands me the piece of folded up notebook paper. Ember is scrawled across one side. A slight smudge in the 'r' leaves half of a finger print which I'm assuming is Jimmy's.

I stop looking at all the details and bolt back to the car.

Ember and Emily are sitting in the back with a door open. Ember's head is in her hands as tears stream down Emily's face.

She notices me.

"Ember..Marcel's here." She moves away so I can put my arms around my Ember. Her head lifts up and I can tell by how pale she is that she has been sick.

"Baby, are you okay?" She shakes her head and her arms wrap around my waist pulling me towards her. She buries her head into my chest, sobs shaking her body.

"It's Jimmy, right?" She looks up, tears covering her cheeks.

"Yes." I can't help but wipe away her tears. I hate to see her this way. "He um...he left you something."

Her mouth makes an 'o', but then she cries harder when I show her the paper.

"Marcel." She says through sobs. "Will you please read it to me."

"Are you sure?" She nods. Her whole body is shaking. I motion for her to scoot over. Emily walks back towards Harry giving us privacy.

Dear Ember,