"Joshua? Joshua? Come on, man....You gotta eat something. Or at least take a shower. You stink, no offense."

Joshua couldn't move.

He was frozen with grief.

Sayri was dead.

"Come on, Josh. You gotta get ready, man. You can't be unresponsive like this, you really want the others to see you dead inside?" Mark crossed his arms, trying to encourage the hockey player to stand or at least move, but Joshua remained rooted to the spot.

Josh.

She'd always called him Josh.

"Josh, I know grieving is hard, and it sucks ass, but look at the people around you. They're going to take your weakness and use it for themselves. No one is genuinely nice in this sick school. They're probably gossiping right now. Come on, man."

"Let them gossip," Joshua felt himself talk, surprised that he'd managed to speak. He didn't even realize it himself. "I don't care what they think of me."

"Josh-"

"Mark, I know you haven't experienced loss, but I have now. Go away. Please. It's my way of grieving and I need you to respect it."

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"Ooh, look here... oh, you don't look happy," Osorohi frowned as he watched Chloe panic at the sight of him. "Did I do something?"

"No! No, you didn't do anything," Chloe shook her hands frantically, not wanting him to think for even a second that it was him. Despite her initial feelings of him not understanding what was going on, she supposed that naivety existed, and she certainly didn't dislike Osorohi for it. "It's just that everyone in this school makes me anxious. Everyone's waiting for me to spill my guts about myself when I literally can't because of the rules placed upon me. It makes me happy that people are talking to me, but that will probably change once people see the truth. Then they'll be scared, and that's the last thing I want..."

"You know, you literally seem like the nicest of the cast in this place," Osorohi shrugged, still believing he was in some sort of elaborate prank, and Chloe chose to ignore his guesses. "Guess that's not saying much. But honestly, you do seem a lot nicer. You willing to get a coffee when this is over?"

"Osorohi, this is real," Chloe looked away, surprised that Osorohi still hadn't hit reality. Then again, it was Osorohi, so... "This isn't a game show. It's not as if I don't want it to be fake, I wish I was home right now, but you have to realize that this is reality..."

Chloe's voice trailed off as she realized Osorohi could be in some sort of delusion, and this was his way of coping with the nightmare of the prison, so she stopped talking.

"Never mind. How does that coffee sound?"

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"Heather, I need to tell you something," Daniel attempted to speak to his sister, who folded her arms.

"I thought we sorted everything out," Heather stated, not in the mood for more trouble. Daniel knew that Heather needed to know, however. "Am I in trouble or something?"

"You're not in trouble," Daniel said patiently, sitting down on her bed. "It's about the family."

"What?" This got Heather's attention, and she sat down next to him. "What happened?"

"I didn't tell you, but you deserve to know."

"I do. What's going on?"

"...before we were with our stepdad and mother, you know how our father was... killed in a car crash?" Daniel chose his words carefully, and Heather nodded. "It... wasn't a car crash."

"What?"

"It was me," Daniel averted his eyes, not wanting to see his sister's eyes widen. "You were at a friends house...He was abusing mom, and I got sick of it and he was so focused on her that despite my cerebral palsy he didn't hear me... he didn't notice as my... my knife handle dug into his skin..."

Daniel was obviously still uncomfortable with the fact that he murdered someone, and it didn't sit well with Heather either.

At all.

"Y-you killed him!?" Heather shrieked, her blue eyes widening and her hands covering her mouth in shock. She stood, trembling. "He was a horrible person- b-but he- you killed someone!"

"I didn't want to-"

"But you still did!" Heather was completely freaked out by the fact that her brother was a murderer, regardless of the reason. She'd never liked her birth father very much, but she'd never wished him dead. "Oh my god, oh my god!"

"Heather-" Daniel tried to reason with his sister, reaching out to her, but she turned away and out of his reach.

"Don't talk to me! Oh my god, I can't be near you!"

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The next morning, a scream was heard throughout the prison. When everyone went to go check it out, their eyes widened.

"Oh my god, Joshua's dead!"

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Clues: Joshua is hanging in his room with the door wide open, a suicide note is written explaining how he was sorry for killing himself but he couldn't deal with the grief, and everything else is immaculately clean. His beloved hockey stick is missing.

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Hey everyone! Sorry for the slower updates, I was struggling to write this chapter. Also iMovie wasn't working so the music is absent.

Further explanation as to why the picture is not him hanging: to be honest, I couldn't bring myself to draw him hanging. I feel as if it's a very serious topic that while we joke about it if you're in DDLC, it's not something funny at all. The jokes are our way of coping (at least for me) because that scene was extremely scarring.

Who do you think did it?

Thanks for reading!