“R-roxy," halos walang boses kong saad at napasinghap. 

“Roxy, h-hindi!" nanginginig ang mga labi kong pag ulit. Gusto ko mang lumapit sa kanya ay walang kahit na anong lakas ang mga tuhod ko para humakbang. 

I can't even breathe properly as my tears cascaded through my cheeks. But despite all of that, I still gathered all the strength in my being to get closer to my cousin. I started crawling with trembling hands, and crawling with my broken heart until I finally reached her disfigured body. 

“N-no Roxy no. Don't do this to me,” hikbi ko at hinawakan ang kamay niya. Hindi pa ito masyadong malamig kaya napailing iling ako at napatingin sa ulo niyang nasa di kalayuan. 

“B-buong buwan pa naman kitang iniiwasan kasi naiilang ako. T-tapos ganito, ni hindi mo manlang ako hinayaang mag sorry at bumawi." 

I don't even know if I really manage to say those words because Val decided to pull me away from Rox, and I have no strength to even fight back. I just sobbed and cried and I can't even formulate words anymore when all of the sudden, I remember one person. 

Chris.

Bahagya akong natigilan dahil doon at agad na hinanap ng mga mata ang pamilyar niyang pigura. Ilang saglit lang ay agad ko siyang nakita sa may kaliwang parte ng silid, malapit sa pinto. 

Nakaupo sa sahig at nakatulala lang sa bangkay ni Rox. 

“C-Chris…” pabulong kong saad at akmang lalapitan ito ngunit kasabay ng mga hakbang ng paa ko ang pagpasok ng mga taong kanina pa sana namin inaasahan. Ang mga security personnels. I can do nothing but stare at everything. With the mess that the culprit made, with the bloody floor, the corpses, my traumatized friends and the brokenness that Chris had become. 

The personnel covered the dead bodies of Kendall and Roxy, but Chris is now standing behind with extreme emotions in her eyes. "You're not even going to have a mass for them. You're just going to throw their corpses at your dumpsters.” She chuckled sarcastically. 

The older personnel patted her shoulder but she shrugged it off harshly. “Am I even wrong? And you're just gonna pretend that everything was fine the next day, right? Like you alway do!”

"Spade Club, restrain your president.” The moment that voice and phrases from Buttercup came into my ears, I almost lost my sense of respect.

It was as if they were trying to muzzle her anguish. It was as if her pain isn't worthy of being heard just because she's speaking with a broken soul.

"What do you mean restrain? She's literally grieving!" I hissed and darted them with a sharp gaze. Like  hello, we're literally grieving and they're telling us to keep this inside our chest?

"Make her shut up or I will put her into detention.” 

Oh come on. I can't believe I didn't punch Buttercup on the face.  I can't believe either how I remained speechless and stunned to where I am standing, observing everyone around me. 

How those phrases trigger Chris more into speaking up to what she really felt about this bullshit piece of school and how none of the people from the four corners of the Spade Club room wanted to stop her.

Because she's not wrong and we all know that. But knowing how the rules in this school works, they really have the capability to detain Chris because of her rampage and for all the heaven's sake, detention isn't a good idea for Chris.

Especially now that she's on her downfall.

“Again, Spade Club restrain your president or we will put her into detention." Buttercup's annoying voice once again occupied the space and that's just when Sage shook off her head. 

“Damn, I really don't want to resort to this but well…” 

Our eyes widened when Sage punched Buttercup in the face! A collective gasp can be heard but she just fixed the eyeglasses on her face and shrugged. 

“If speaking up for our truths and standing up for it means putting Chris in detention, then count me in.” She gave Buttercup a mischievous emile. 

“Put me in that damn detention too. And for the meantime, Aces, the secretary, will take charge of the Spade Club. See you when we'll see you.” 

And with that, she picked up the broken pieces of Chris on the ground and paced the exit doors with heads held high. Leaving my best friend the responsibility of leading the Club for the meantime. 

Are we doomed?