What happened next didn’t
make sense.
It couldn’t have been
happening.
Sebastian reached behind
him, his hand snaking under his jacket.
He had a knife.
Bobby was moving.
I was running, Ashtyn was
by my side.
Students were starting to
scream and yell.
No one seemed to be able
to move fast enough.
Sebastian raised the
knife and plunged it into his gut.
A gush of crimson
splashed onto the stage.
He turned the blade,
twisting it deeper.
Blood trickled from his
lips.
He pulled up, the blade
slicing open his belly, spilling his intestines onto the stage.
The students were
scrambling, some trying to get to the stage, others trying to get to the door.
All of us who were
supposed to be protecting Sebastian were trapped in the madness of the
crowd.
I watched him, shocked
and horrified.
I couldn’t save him this
time.
As his insides poured to
the outside, he still smiled that same smile.
His eyes were locked on
the crowd.
No, not the crowd.
They were locked on
someone in the crowd.
“Tommy…”
His voice was a
whisper.
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