Alone At Last (UNEDITED)

Chapter 12: -Regret-

Emptiness plagued my mind as I continued to admire the graveyard that brought a horrific yet settling peace. My footsteps stumbled down the uneven dirt and roots as I trailed along down the gravestones. 

I need to find a way out of here I thought to myself. Randy and Danny both need me.

I walked deeper and deeper into the depths of the graveyard away from Randy's grave as the sight of it just left a pit in my stomach and a hollow feeling inside my heart. 

I wonder how Randy's sisters are doing...

I continued to think about Randy and where he was now if he was dead. 

All I was left was with emptiness.

Echos of what happened to Randy rang aggressively in my ears. 

Your fault

You did this-

You could have saved him-

Selfish

Evil

The air started to feel heavy again suffocating me as my breath quickened. I leaned heavily on one of the gravestones for support as my legs started to give way. 

My heart felt like it was weighing me down in a pit of despair. The once happy joyful memories with Randy obliterated into cold darkness. 

Every memory left my mouth tasting the bitterness of remorse. 

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Quick breaths.

Fast beating hearts.

Dripping sweat.

All we could do was keep on running.

Eyes not daring to look back.

Uneven pace.

Footing lost.

And...

down...

down...

down ...

I went as my feet managed to trip over a rock on the forest floor.

My last thoughts were Randy's screams ringing through my head as I felt a sharp pair of jaws bite into my leg.

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What if I didn't trip? Would we both be ok?

What if I hadn't agreed to go with Randy that night?

What if we just stayed at his house and watched a movie instead?

What if I didn't make that wish? Would we both still be dead?

The weight of guilt pressed down on me as there could be no more "what ifs?" Whats done is done and with that my spirit split it to endless pieces as I realized the irreversible consequences of my actions.

Your Fault.

Those two words kept spinning in my mind. 

It was my fault.

Tears streamed down my face as the grief of losing Randy struck. If I didn't make it out of here I really wouldn't ever see him again. Apart of myself broke and shattered when I found out that Randy was dead. Even if there was the slight chance of getting him back I would never feel the same as a part of myself died with him. 

The hollow ache of my heart beat louder in my ears refusing to be ignored. 

I looked around the graveyard.