Story Scenarios

Gravesite

669

My eyes searched around for him. I couldn't recognise most of the other people around me as it has been too long, but I was sure I'd recognise his wild blonde hair.

I moved my way forward, weaved around to try and find Jayden. Yet he never appeared. The last semblance of hope I created for myself was dwindling.

I sighed and turned around. My head was dipped, and I wasn't looking up. I should have though as not even two seconds later I slammed into someone else. I grabbed my head as I hit the persons hard chest.

"Sorry," I spoke to the person before looking up at them. My eyes widened at who I saw. "Oh Matt!" I said, the flare of hope welling up again. Matt was Jayden's best friend; he'd know where he was.

Matt looked down, he seemed annoyed, but it turned into recognition. His eyes flared up with several emotions, but it soon rested as a bored glare.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I was hoping to talk with Jayden. Do you know where he is?" I asked nervously. Our last meeting was rough, and he wasn't happy with me at that time. It probably tripled after the events that transpired afterwards with Jayden.

"Yeah, follow me," Matt replied, he continued to glare at me before turning around. I was a bit hesitant to follow him because of his attitude. Worried that he wanted to beat me up. But Matt was never like that and if he didn't want to see me, he'd tell me so.

So, I walked behind Matt and left the building. But oddly he walked behind the building. Hesitantly I followed but I was worried. We reached a hole in a gate, and he ducked underneath it.

"Um, where are we going?" I asked him. Matt turned back around, his bored glare still on his face.

"It's a short cut, just hurry up will ya. There are cameras that watched you follow me,
I can't kill you," Matt said in an annoyed tone. He then turned and walked ahead.

I quickly moved through the hole and ran up to catch him. But very quickly I noticed where we are. We're in a cemetery.

My blood ran cold as the tense atmosphere around us just got dark. I was very worried if Matt was truly taking a short cut but there is no reason for us to back out now.

I continued with him, keeping my head straight or to avoid all of the mush and gravestones. But then very quickly I noticed that I was the only one making footsteps. I stopped and whipped my head around to look at Matt. He was looking at me.

"Um, why did you stop?" I asked him. He then jerked his head to the side. Looking in that direction, his eyes land on a gravestone.

"Cause we're here," Matt replied monotonously. It took a second for my brain to process. The first thought that came to my head was that he was dead.

But he couldn't be, Jayden wasn't dead. But no other explanation came to my mind. Mindlessly I moved forward, my body going on auto pilot as I think I was slowly shutting down. I moved in front of the gravestone and read the words carved in it.

'Rest in peace Jayden Hathown'

I'm not sure how long I stared at those words, but I knew that it was a while. My brain had officially turned off. I didn't want to believe it, hoping that this was all some sick prank. But they had no clue I was even here.

"H-how?" I asked, my brain jumping and malfunctioning.

"Suicide, fucking suicide," Matt replied, his voice sounding angry. I whipped my head around to stare at him with wide eyes while he glared at me.

"You d-don't me-ean I," I started to stutter but Matt interrupted me.

"Let me make this as nice as possible. You shouldn't have come back," Matt said coldly. He then turned and walked away. I couldn't move, I was to petrified.

I made Jayden Hathown kill himself.