“Hello?”
“I can see it now.”
“See what?”
“You finding me here.”
“Jason, I don’t even talk to you, we’re not even friends, why would I find you dead?”
“Because, I’ll make sure you find me. You’re the reason I’m doing this. It’s your fault.”
“What are you doing? What’s my fault?”
“My blood is on your hands.”
“What do you mean?”
“Look outside your window, Brent.”
“What? Hello? Jason alright fine I’ll go to the window, just answer me. Hello?”
“……………………………………………………-cough-………-cough-………………”
Brent went over to his window and looked out to see Jason hanging from the tree in his front yard. Jason’s wrists were sliced wide open, and there was blood trickling down from his mouth. […]