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By the end of the night two teenagers were dead.
Mason Dale was killed. His throat slit by a beers broken glass. He was found in his friends basement. Some say his death was an accident, othe...
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**Alex's POV**
I was the one who found him. Seven shots, and four beers deep, blurry vision and all.
Mason Dale dead in my basement.
I thought he was joking, yelled at him a bit for staining my basements carpet with "paint." Nudged him with my foot until I turned him over. And thats when I saw it.
A jagged, crooked slit across his throat.
I don't remember screaming. I defiantly don't remember passing out. But thats what everyone told me afterwards.
Afterwards.
After 911 was called. After Mason was officially declared dead. After Alice O'Conner was found dead floating in a lake, suicide they said. After everyone told me it wasn't my fault, even though it was my party. After police questioned me feverishly. I told them I was too drunk to remember anything that night.
