My Promo-Mentors Writing Challenge(Philip Left Me Introverted, again)

Hey, I saw this challenge from promo-mentors so I finally decided to say something about my life in high school, what happened and how it changed my character till today.

It precisely was on the final year in high school, the sun was intensely hot that day and the heat had a way of playing folly with my skin. I was lurking around the premises of an uncompleted building adjacent to the staff's lodge, squatting on a vintage spot that would put me in a position of camouflage and would give me the advantage of seeing an oncoming 'intruder' first. To put it in the right words, I was hiding there, waiting for my friend Philip.
Philip and I have been going out together since he showed up in my fourth year in high school, this relationship gobsmacked alot of my mates and teachers because I wasn't supposed to be a type of guy that hangs around with this type of people so easily as I was bright in terms of academic but he couldn't even spell few simple words correctly but I still loved him. That was the description of my relationship with Philip and be it as it was, the relationship was justified from my angle because I felt a strange easiness around which was rare with others except my mom. Moreover, he stopped the trolling, teasing and bullying which I was used to since I started high school. So why do you say I shouldn't roll with this guy, mate?

I picked on leaves and tried squeezing out their chorophyll then draw patterns on the bare soil as I waited patiently for Philip to show up. He had told me that he wanted to get something from this 'guy' and asked me to wait while he gets the package. Frankly, Philip had been behaving strange recently, he sleeps in class, skips tests and had this kind of 'burnt flesh' smell around him most times and always hand his arm covered all the time with the long sleeve school branded cardigan, also he was surprisely becoming an introvert as I was. Stupidly, I thought I was actually getting to him.
Whenever I questioned these strange signs around him, he'd rebuked me, saying I wasn't man enough to know 'things'. I actuly put off the bad feelings I was getting about it and thought things will continue going on as usual.

Time was creeping by and I wasn't the least comfortable with the time I was wasting there.
Then almost immediately when I finally opted to move back to the classroom block, I heard footsteps. Rapid footsteps, and it coming from the direction Philip has ventured into earlier.
Before I could think of what to do, I saw two people running, one chasing the other. The latter was running faster, fear written all over him while the former had a dagger in his hand and blood streaming from his neck down to his chest and had his school wears coloured in bright red as the sun shone on him. It took me minutes before I realized that that was Philip. Yes, that was philip pursuing after the other fellow. He was stabbed on his neck twice.
Panting for air and saying inbetween his gasping breaths, 'I'll kill you too before I die..'
I was shocked, felt numb, had tears running through my eyes and couldn't feel my legs. Philip ended pursuing the unknown fellow to the school gate where he slumbed to the ground, deprived of strength and blood, he died.
The story that ensued latter had it that Philip had join a cult group and was being set up by a rival cult group to be killed.
I knew eyes would start looking at me, minds would start suspecting me, so I voluntarily withdrew from the school. Mom had asked questions but I couldn't answer them up till today.
I returned back to being the introverted fellow that I was and still am till today. That experience made me fold in my wings of close frienships back then and it's still playing a part in my social life up till now. It's been 5 years but it seems like it was yesterday.
I can still see his face- cold, gentle but died with a haunted face.