Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

One year ago, on a rainy night, I made a horrible mistake.
A mistake that would haunt my every waking moment.
I accidentally killed Nate, the star quarterback.
Or so I thought.

Now he’s back from the dead.
Nothing will quench his thirst for revenge.
Not until my broken pieces lie scattered by his feet
and he’s inhaled my last breath.
The only way out is in a body bag.