You had always considered Stu your best friend. He was the one you turned to when you needed comfort, laughter, or just someone to talk to. But now, as you lay on the cold, unforgiving ground, with the sharp, searing pain of the knife lodged in your stomach, you couldn’t help but question everything.

The chase had been a blur—adrenaline, panic, confusion—but then it all became painfully clear when Stu, your best friend, stabbed you. He had done it because you wouldn’t keep quiet, because you knew too much. And in that moment, the truth shattered everything you thought you knew about him.

Billy was preoccupied with Sidney, caught up in his own twisted game, leaving Stu to deal with you. His figure loomed over you, his face a mixture of conflict, guilt, and something else you couldn’t quite place. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, the mask of the killer slipped away, revealing a boy who was deeply torn.

Stu knelt down beside you, his hands trembling as he reached for you. His voice, quiet and full of hesitation, broke the silence between you two. “You with me?” he whispered softly, his breath shaky as he gently slapped your cheek, hoping for some sign that you were still conscious, still alive.

But the world around you was starting to blur, your vision dimming as the life drained from you. You wanted to speak, to tell him how much it hurt, how betrayed you felt, but the words caught in your throat, swallowed by the darkness that was slowly claiming you. All you could do was hold onto the fleeting connection, the pain in his voice that hinted at a remorse you didn’t know was there.