Two updates in one day because the last chapter was short as fuck.

Gerard's POV:

Everyone was woken up abruptly at five in the morning for an emergency meeting at the campfire spot. As everyone grumpily sat on the log-benches Dillon slowly made his way to the front of the crowd with a sorrowful look on his face. Two campers stood off to the side, one who had an...interesting fashion sense with tears falling slowly and the other had skull face paint intricately applied in order to obscure his face, they both looked like abused puppy dogs. Dillon cleared his throat and spoke in a shaky tone, "At around three AM this morning we lost a camper." My eyebrows furrowed, all of this because some kid left camp? "Late last night Gus snuck into the infirmary and took a bottle of Xanax. He was found this morning lifeless in his bunk. We've collectedly decided that he most likely overdosed. The local coroner recently took his body back to the morgue for an autopsy to ensure that no foul play was involved. Tonight we will hold a candlelit vigil in Gus' honor down by the river. We ask everyone to attend, but it is not mandatory.  Thank you," he closed then walked over to the two boys. It felt like everyone was no longer complaining of the early wake up call, now the were all in shock and unable to understand how they were supposed to feel. Someone died. It was only the fourth day at camp.

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We all sat silently in the cabin. No joy was to be found, just the somber quiet that allows my thoughts to run free. Suddenly I felt the bed shift as Frank sat down beside me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he let out a hefty sigh. "It really puts things in perspective doesn't it?" he whispered, "It shows how fragile life truly is. That something as simple as taking too many pills can end everything. It makes you realize that one day everything will just end. It also makes you think; do you even really matter?" My breath hitched when I heard that last sentence. I sat up and looked at Frank. "Of course you matter, Frank. Every single person matters, everyone has a purpose," I murmur.

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It was noon, lunchtime, and all was quiet in the mess-hall. Dillon quickly entered the room, a terrified expression on his face. Before even thinking he yelled out a sentence that would change the course of everyone's summer, "The pills were laced with fentanyl, his death wasn't accidental, someone killed him."

A/N: Oof

~Patrick