Turns Out He Is A Boy
Heal

It felt like things were worse once I got home, compared to in the woods with the killer. It felt like my head was going to explode because it was constantly being asked by them, but I knew this was one of their worries towards me.

"Is it true that you fell from a tree, Claude?" said my mother whose eyes were glazed over.

"Yes mother, I've said it a hundred times" I said.

"What is the tree really that tall, to the point that your bones shatter like this?" ask my father who is worried about me.

"See dad, I don't remember" I said, pretending to forget.

"Well then, I'll take you to the hospital" my father said.

I was finally relieved that my parents' worries were over. My head hurts so much to hear my mother's repeated words even though I've said them over and over again too. I was taken to the nearest hospital, and it was the nicest hospital according to my father.

A few months later, I heard about my school. If when I, and my friends, come home, the cops take care of the scene. I really believe this, how can those cops believe the words of a kid like us.

And again they should have thought the story told by Fred, and Peter seemed like a lie. But I don't think at all that they just believe in his words.

I got this news from my friends, who must be the two of them, Peter, and Fred. Then the police had also managed to catch all of the killers, and rescue some of the remaining disciples there. At first I was worried that my friends who were still there were killed.

But thank God all my friends survived, but there was only one friend who did not survive the incident. That is... Rubby, he was found with only his head. The murderers were really cruel, they had to get a reply that was worth what they had done.

Then I got word from my friends that the murderers were sentenced to death. Fred has also confirmed that not a single killer in the forest has escaped.

Because of this incident I came to understand about the same incident that had passed about 30 years ago. If the murderers, and the kidnappers are the teachers, or the officers in the school. But what happened before, they were great.

Because not one of them is caught, they are really very mysterious. Then my school foolishly wanted to do the same thing as the 30y-year-old incident. Then what is getting is failure, they do not perfect like the events of the past.

Of the more than 300 students who traveled, only about 70 survived.300 of them were students who were my age. And what about their parents? of course they all cried over the departure of their children.

In my little heart, I still don't feel welcome with those murderers. They should be tortured until their mental breakdown, and then killed cruelly. I am very upset and saddened by the departure of my friends.

I am so sorry, and I feel guilty because all this time I have ignored them. I should have accepted their friendship request. I should have spent time with them. But there was nothing I could do, because everything had passed.

Because of this kind of incident, the survivors included myself. Not allowed to go to school again for a year. This is all with the aim of mentally healing the disciples who have been victimized.

And if one year has passed, we will be directly promoted to Grade 3 High School. All I can do right now is lie stiff in the hospital. But it seems like some of my limbs can already move, even though they still tremble.

Not only that, my friends also came to see me, but unfortunately not all of them came to see me. Because they still had to adjust to the cruel tragedy. There were some among the disciples who survived, lost their thinking patterns, eventually they went crazy, and were out of control.

In the end, their parents gave their mentally ill children to a mental hospital, and hoped that their children could live their lives normally. There are only three of my friends who come to see me sometimes in the hospital. They are Peter, Fred, and Robin.

Clamps! someone came into my room, "Hi Claude, how are you today?" ask Peter and bring him some food.

"As usual, my condition is slowly getting better. Although until now I still can not move as I want" said I who lay all day in bed.

"Patience.maybe in a few months you'll be well soon. Don't be discouraged, look at this. I bought you a new book" Fred said.

Then I grabbed it with my trembling left hand, and also helped with my right hand. Meanwhile, there was one more friend who came, as I said before, who was Robin. The book Fred gave was titled, "Born broken criminals".

"What the fuck is this book you bought for me? are you insinuating me" I said annoyed.

"I'm sorry, I just picked up a book and bought it at the bookstore" Fred said.

"Did you buy it at the bookstore we met at the time?" my many.

"L-yes, you're right." said Fred who suddenly hesitated to answer.

"Oh yes Claude, here I bring you fresh fruits" Robin said, putting the basket on the table.

"Thank you all. Finally, thanks to all of you, I was able to realize something precious to me" I said that suddenly made this atmosphere awkward.

That's how I lived in this hospital. It would be nice if someone came to see me, or friends or family. It will feel very boring, and lonely if only alone lying on a mattress.

Who can only watch television all day, television shows are very boring. There is no television show that entertains me. The days just passed, until the next few months, I was able to go home.

Because I was healed, even though the doctor said I was not allowed to move much, or lift something heavy. Because my newly formed bones are back, it still needs adjustments.

It was time to enroll in school. There is still 1 month left for all of us who are victims to enter school. I called all my friends to go to school together, in the same place.

Our group chat chat chat grew, we became more and more familiar, and our mentality has all returned to normal. But strangely as soon as I recovered, I no longer heard from Fred. He became a stranger again to me, just like before.