We killed her

Chapter 3

My eyes slowly begin to flutter open. At first everything is fine, and then I feel confused. Where am I? All of the sudden I see Blair opening my door. Hayes choking me. Hamilton grabbing my neck pushing me to the ground, me trying to escape. And then a crack. Waking up with dirt suffocating me every time I tried to breath, and cold air piercing my lungs when someone pulled me out of the hole. All I could see was a dark face, the moon shining behind it before I passed out.
My hand traced the hospital blankets, I closed my eyes again and listened to the soft beeping of the machines telling me that I was alive. I was breathing.
"Courtney," A voice whispered. I opened my eyes and saw a boy standing at the foot of my bed. He had brown hair that was swept around his face, slightly covering his green eyes.
"Beau?" I whisper. What was Beau Johnson doing here? Beau an I weren't friends. He'd liked me when we were freshmen, an I guess I must've liked him too. We never spoke much in school, but every night we'd talk on the phone for hours. Talk not text. He was easy to talk to, he wasn't popular , but then there was this deeper side to him. There wasn't a thing from freshman year that Beau didn't know about. But then April came, and Hamilton asked me out. Blair said that I should say yes, and I did because back then I did whatever Blair wanted me too.
April is a weird time, it's spring so you should be outside all happy, but it's always raining. I guess that's what I felt like. I had a great boyfriend I should've been happy. But as much as I did love Hamilton he just wasn't Beau. Slowly Beau an I stopped talking, and it left me feeling empty. I'd lost something valuable, I wasn't getting it back. But yet here he was.
"You ok?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I-I," I starred into his eyes trying to put something together.
"That was stupid," he looked away from me, "of course you're not."
"It was you," I knew I was right. His head shot up.
"What?"
"You're the one that pulled me out of that hole,"
"Courtney, I,"
"I know it was you, I remember your hair. What were you doing there?" He inhaled deeply.
"I, I was walking in those woods, you know to clear my head. My foot sort of sank into this shallow part of the ground and I thought I saw a shirt. So I started to just dig, and then I saw a hand and it was wearing your bracelet," for my birthday freshman year Beau had gotten me a golden charm bracelet, even now I still wore it,"I just knew. So I got you out of there and you were conscious for a second.  I called an ambulance and you've been out since."
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Well, I couldn't have just let you die," then he said quietly,"I didn't know you still wore the bracelet." Of course I did, it was the only piece of him I still had.
"Neve take it off," I whisper starring at him. He took my hand and put something around it. I could feel the bracelet's familiar cold medal.
"One of the nurses took it off you when they ran some sort of cat scan,"
"Thanks," I said he didn't move his hand, "how long have you been here?"
He shrugged.
"Left round one, came back round 9."
"What time is it now?"
"Twelve." I nodded.
"Listen," he said, "whoever did this to you is still out there, and the cops have no leads. Do you have any idea..." I starred at him for a while. Thinking of how they choked me, kicked me, buried me. They were my friends, now they were my attempted killers. I didn't owe them any favors. But what good was it to just accuse them. What if they didn't actually do it? I remembered it so clearly and yet it was all so vague still.
"I think I have an idea," I said to Beau, "can I see my phone?"
He handed it to me from a table with a bunch of pills on it. Quickly I typed the message to Blair.

I remember everything. Come 2 hospital. Bring Hayes and Hamilton. Don't talk or I do.