𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊

Chapter Nineteen:" Doomed"

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Chapter Nineteen

Time seemed to slow as Jason stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. The ground beneath him gave way, and he tumbled down the slope, his body twisting awkwardly as he fell. The thud of his head hitting a jagged rock echoed in my ears, a sickening sound that would definitely haunt me for days to come.

For a moment, everything was silent. The world around me seemed to hold its breath, the trees standing still, the birds quiet. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared down at Jason's motionless form, my mind struggling to process what had just happened.
I'd killed someone...
Then, like a switch being flipped, the world came rushing back. The sounds of the forest returned, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant call of a bird. My breath hitched in my throat as panic set in.

"Jason!" I screamed, scrambling down the slope to his side. His face was pale, a thin trickle of blood running from his temple. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in shallow, labored breaths.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, almost dropping it as my hands start
violently trembling. I punch in the numbers 9-1-1 and ramble off the
situation and our location to the dispatch operator, sounding like a crazed, desperate girl.
And I am.
I am.
I gave the dispatcher our location, my voice wavering as I tried to stay calm, tried to keep the panic at bay.
"Is he breathing?" the operator asks over the speaker.
I reach for his wrist and try to find a pulse. I place my ear to his heart again
God, I can't tell.
"I don't know. I don't know...." I said,my body racking with sobs.
"Okay,stay on the line, we'll be there soon, check his chest compressions ...."

The voice fades and I continued sobbing in panic
"They're on their way," I whispered to him even though he obviously couldn't hear me.
"Just hold on. Please, just hold on, you'll have to stay awake for both our sakes...."

The next day, I stood outside Jason's hospital room, my stomach churning with guilt and fear. I had barely slept the night before, the events of the previous day playing on a loop in my mind. I had told no one the truth, and no one had questioned my own version of events. The fall had been deemed an accident, a tragic mishap, and everyone seemed content to leave it at that. I hope

But Jason knew. Of course he did.I could see it in his eyes when he had briefly regained consciousness on the way to the hospital. There had been a flicker of recognition, a flash of something dark and perturbed. He knew what I had done, and that knowledge weighed on me like a stone. He'll surely beat the hell outta me when he wakes up.

The hospital room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of machines and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor that kept a steady, reassuring tempo. The walls were a soft, muted beige, designed to soothe rather than provoke. Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting pale, diffused light across the room. It was an atmosphere of calm, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside my head as I stood at the threshold, hesitating. I eventually walked towards the hallway as the attending nurse had earlier instructed. I looked through the pellucid glass of the one of the male wards. I recognized him instantly.

Jason lay on the hospital bed, his face pale against the crisp white sheets. Bandages were wrapped around his head, a visible reminder of the fall he had suffered. His eyes were closed, and for a moment, I thought he might still be unconscious, lost in the fog of his injury. The sight of him like this-so still, so vulnerable-was disorienting. This was the same boy who had tormented me relentlessly, the one whose sneers and taunts had haunted my every step at school. But now, he was different. He was hurt, and it was because of me. Was this supposed to make me feel vindictive? I wondered.