Scary Stories: Continued

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If anyone reads this, I'm already dead. I want to apologize for my part in this and just get my thoughts out before I die. I know it's the only thing I deserve but maybe there's someone out there who would be able to learn from my mistakes.
Before I get into it I want to contribute some background. It all started at Millard Fillmore High School where I was enrolled as a senior. My friends and I weren't really the coolest group but we were alright and managed to avoid the shit that rolls downhill socially. Sometimes that required doing things that seemed wrong to people who didn't deserve it. Brad Stevenson was one of them.
I don't really understand what the bullies saw in him, he was just another somewhat overweight kid with acne issues who was too intelligent and the combination of those three made him an easy target. It was just a regular Thursday morning when he was walking into the school like a prarie dog attempting to look for trouble before it began, and quite honestly with his level of luck it was more a rather of when than if. I saw him look over at my group and he started in this direction and even though it's embarassing I'll admit that warning bells started ringing in my head. Everyone in high school knows that associating with the bullied is the quickest way towards joining them. I walked over and set up a meeting with him for later that day, while the rest of my group walked on towards class and the rest of the day went uneventfully until that evening.
Six o'clock came around and we were already at the clearing I'd arranged the meeting at when he showed up clearly out of breath. A new shiner was apparent on his face, but he looked alright. We started explaining how we couldn't be seen helping him, and he was clearly distraught by that revelation. He started getting animated and ended up running away when he tripped and fell bashing his head into a rock. His brain was showing and we assumed he was dead. After a long talk we decided to bury him in that field and left separately.
I haven't seen those guys in weeks, we just started leaving eachother alone after that event, but I started to see crazy things in the news. One was found drowned in the city lake, another was the victim of an apparent suicide. I started getting paranoid as over time the rest of my friends were found dead. I wondered if it was related to that event, maybe he was back for revenge.
I dropped out unceremoniously and ran to a motel to hide, only to hear his voice stuttering over, 'I wasn't dead yet, you killed me...' my heart started triphammering. When the knocking started I started writing this. I know the door won't hold much longer... I deserve everything I get... I'm sorry...