I went running to John's bedroom not ready for what I might see with Theodore and James behind me. My heart was beating so fast that I thought that it would fly out of my chest. I knew something was off. I had a bad feeling that John was not alright, something bad had happened to him but how bad was it?

I went outside the room's door, I was terrified, I was trampling as I opened the half closed door, I look inside. My eyes started tearing up as I saw John laying on the floor motionless, his eyes opened but there wasn't the calm look of assurance, there was nothing, they were glassy and wooden. His skin was pale. I sat down next to him, took his cold hand into mine and checked his heart rate but I couldn't feel it, why I couldn't? James sat next to me and did the same.

<<He is...>> he started as his voice cracked.

<<No! Don't say it, he is fine, he will be fine!>> I said sobbing, as I felt hot bitter tears rolling down my face. He couldn't be gone, he just couldn't. I heard footsteps from the hallway and aunt Josephine along with Amelie and Mr Wilson entered the room, they were shocked as they realised what was happening. Aunt Josephine hugged Theodore who was standing at the door crying and he hugged her back.

<<Betty, come on let's go outside>> James said to me as he petted my shoulder in sympathy.

<<No! John, John wake up! Please!>> I screamed on the top of my lungs but nothing happened. He stayed still. He was really gone. I couldn't believe it. My brother was dead. I cried so hard that I couldn't breath. I felt like I would pass out, my head was aching extremely bad. I couldn't see clear through my tears and the pain has so horrible that I couldn't get up on my feet and suddenly everything went dark.

I opened my eyes and realised I was in my bedroom, laying on my bed. My whole body was hurting, Ι sat on the bed with my back against the headboard. I wiped my tears from my eyes and I saw James sitting on a chair beside my bed. His emerald eyes had lost their brightness, they were wet and they reflected a sadness. It was the first time that I had seen him like that. In all the years that I knew him there was always a smile on his face but it wasn't there anymore.

<<How are are you feeling?>> he asked me as he came and sat at the edge of my bed.

<<My whole body is aching>> I answered him. <<What happened?>> I asked

<<Well, you were crying so much that you fainted and then... >>

<<Not with me! With John! How is he?>> I said aggressively. <<I'm sorry. Just please tell me what happened to John, please>> I asked even though I already knew the answered. Was he really gone? He couldn't be gone.

<<An ambulance came and took him to the hospital. The doctors said that he...>> he voice cracked a tear fell down on his cheek. <<he died. From food poisoning>> he said and gave me a warm tight hug.

Nevertheless I knew that it was the truth, I couldn't believe it. Tears started rolling down my face again. My whole world had been destroyed in some moments. John was dead. I couldn't do this, I couldn't lose him. He was my brother, my best friend, my favourite person in the world, my role model but he wasn't here, not anymore. I would never see him again, I would never talk to him again. I would never go to the frozen lake with him. I would miss him. I needed him. What would I do without him? I hated to make this all about me but who was I supposed to talk to? What was I supposed to do if there was no John? I couldn't handle the idea that he didn't exist anymore. I felt like all my happiness and joy had been sucked out of me. All the stars in the night sky were burned, there was not any light, only deep darkness and sadness.

There it was again, as James and I sat there crying, the silence was back and again it was killing me. The feeling of depression and grief was wandering in the air. You just know someone your whole life, grow up with them, laugh with them, cry with them and one day all of the sudden they are gone, just like mist. They only thing that has left from them is the memories they gave you, the moments that you spent together. It's really hard to recover from that feeling, when the person who gave you the best memories becomes one.

After we pulled back we looked at each other without talking there were no words to say. We both were in so much pain that we didn't know what to say or how to do it. I didn't want to talk but that silent was torturing.

<<Your aunt and sister went to the hospital and Theodore is sleeping in his room safe and sound>> he finally spoke up silence between the two of us. I sighted in relief, it was comforting to know that at least one of my brothers was fine. <<I should probably go home. Do you need anything?>> he asked me, his eyes were red and he looked very tired.

<<No, I'll be fine. At least as fine as I could be>> I answered him, I didn't want him to go, I wanted him to stay. But why would he do it anyway?

<<If you need anything Amelie is in the guest room>> he said as he got up to leave. I opened my eyes wide when I heard that. What was she doing here?

<<What?>> I was shocked shouldn't she have went beck to her house and leave us alone?

<<She said she wanted to make sure you were okay. Look, I know you don't like her but please be nice. Not for me, for John>> he said and immediately a feeling of guilt started pouring inside me. I knew I was hard on her but I thought she deserved it. I wasn't in the mood for arguing so I just nodded. <<Alright then, good night Betty>> he said and walked out of the room.

<<Good night James>>.

I laid on my bed, my eyes were burning, I was exhausted. My mind was on John and his death. Food poisoning that was the cause. But which food? He wasn't allergic to anything and all the foods and drinks on the party were excellent we all ate and drunk. So what did really happened to him? I got up from my bed and rushed into the hallway running down to the frond door to find James.

<<James. James>> I shouted, when I saw him ready to open the door and exit the house. He turned around and look at me with a question look. <<What food?>> I asked out of breath.

<< What do you mean, what food?>> he asked confused.

<<What food killed John?>> I breathed heavily.

<<Oh, they couldn't say for certain. Why?>>

<<John didn't had any allergies and the food and drinks in the party were alright. You and me both ate and nothing happened to any of us>> I explained him my thoughts, I knew they were a bit complicated and weird but they made sense. <<what if he wasn't poisoning? Not from food, at least>

<<So you are saying that he was killed by someone?>> he asked puzzled,

<<I know I sound mad but it makes sense>> Everything was leading to that it wasn't an accident. <<Look at the clues, he was very nervous, why? Was he suspecting or knew something? And then is that about the . How do you explain all those? Are they coincidences? I don't think so>> He was looking at me thinking what I had said.

<<Well, they do make sense but why would someone want to kill John?>> he asked.

<<Still working on that>> I answered him. <<You believe me right?>>

<<Of course I do! But you have to go to sleep and we will figure it out on the morning, okay?>>

I nodded. <<Good night>>

<<Good night>> he said and exited the house.

I went up in my bedroom and laid on my bed thinking about what happened to John. I was so tired that some minutes later fell asleep.