Trishal's POV
I raced up the stairs, my heart pounding with each step, and shoved my way through the growing crowd converging near the restroom entrance. As I finally reached the source of the commotion, my eyes widened in shock at the gruesome scene before me.
I looked down at the body; her throat was torn out, and her belly ripped into ribbons. Her beautiful blue eyes were beginning to cloud over, and there was so much blood; it was everywhere.
On the wall and the floor, like the killer was a maniacal artist, taking his precious time to smear her blood around. I moved back, resting against the door, filled with horror at the sight, and then a small tinge of relief, to which I felt shame.
It hit me how selfish we could be, seeing as I was happy because it wasn't my friend who died but
