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Chapter 101: All For Travis
PHILIP
I did not know what exactly happened. All I could remember was that Travis asked us to turn around, and the next thing I knew was that we heard a shout of pain coming from him. When we pivoted back to face him, he was already bleeding. His uniform, the upper garment covered by the blood of the Sophomore student, was already on the floor. Then, on his abdomen, he was bleeding. This time, it was no longer the same blood as found on the uniform. It was now his own. His hand was shaking, and the butcher knife gripped tightly by his fingers was still stabbed through his skin. It made him continue to bleed.
It was a dark moment for me. And for Rabiya. And for Janvic. And for Chuck. The very second we saw that it was already done, there was only one thing that occupied the entire space in our mind. The thought that, “there was nothing else we could do to undo that. It had already happened. It was alrea
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