In A Forest

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A terrible accident happens at a school, and a boy gets caught up in it. His life starts to quickly change. He gets to start a new life, but can he really escape his old one?

She was standing at the front of the room. She looked sad, almost at the point of crying. The class was saying things like “Don’t do it!” or “Oh my God…” And then she turned to me. We stared at each other for a second. Then I mouthed the words “Do it”. She pulled the trigger.

It was evening and we were on the field. It wasn’t just our class. Some of the girl’s friends and teachers were there. Her family members were there, too. We all stood and watched the funeral process. When it was over, I stood around for a while. Someone came up to me.

“Hey, listen…did you tell her to do it?”

“What?”

“I saw you mouth something and she was looking at you. Did you tell her to do it?”

“I’m going home” I said and started to walk away. She grabbed me.

“Did you do it?!” I looked at her, and she watched my eyes. I started walking away again. “You did do it…”

 

 

“Yes?”

“There is someone who needs to speak to you.” I walked out of 4th period and followed a man in uniform to the counselor’s office. The cop and I sat down.

“Hello. I want to talk to you about the student who killed herself. I heard from another student that you told this student to do it. Now, this is very important: Did you tell her to do it?”

“Well, I didn’t say it; I mouthed it.”

“You mouthed ‘do it’?”

“Yeah.”

“You realize that that was the last push she needed to commit suicide. So, in a way, you caused her death. Now while we can’t charge you for that, you are going to have sessions with the counselor after school and have a psych evaluation.”

 

 

“So you mouthed for her to do it, right?”

“Yes”

“Ok, well I’m gonna try to find out why you did by asking you questions. I know it might be kind of hard for you to explain at first. So, I’m just gonna ask you some questions. Is that ok?”

“Yeah”

“Ok. So…what was your relationship to the girl?”

“She was my classmate.”

“Did you know her?”

“I knew her by face and by name, but I never really talked to her.”

“How did you feel about her?”

“I don’t know.”

“Like, did you like her or hate her?”

“I didn’t hate her. She was ok.”

“Did you like her?”

“She was sorta pretty, but I didn’t have a crush on her or anything. I guess I felt kinda, neutral towards her.”

“Did it seem like this would happen?”

“No.”

“Were you aware of what you were doing at the time? Were you trying to mouth something else?”

“No, I mouthed ‘do it.’”

“Do you remember it clearly?”

“Yes”

“So when she was standing there, was she looking at you?”

“She looked around first, but then she looked at me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think she liked you?”

“I don’t think so. If she did, she didn’t show it.”

“Yeah, I can save that question for her friends. Do you think if you hadn’t of done that, she would have not killed herself?”

“Maybe.”

“Well…that’s all for today. If you think you can explain why you did it, you can.”

“I think I can explain. I did it because…I wanted to see her do it. Because I would have done it if I was her.”

“So you want to commit suicide?”

“Well, no. I don’t want to kill myself, but when my time comes, I want to die.”

“Are you unhappy?”

“…yeah”

“Ok. Well, we’ll talk again next time. You can go now.”

 

 

“Hey. So, I got your psych evaluation back over the weekend. It seems the only problem you have is this sadness. Now, we’re gonna try to find the cause of it, ok?”

“Ok”

“Do you like your parents?”

“Yeah, they’re fine.”

“How do you feel at home?”

“Well, sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m sad.”

“But generally?”

“I guess…I’m generally not happy.”

“Do you have many friends?”

“Yeah, at school.”

“Are they close?”

“Not really. We don’t hang out much.”

“And how do you feel about school?”

“I hate it.”

“Why?”

“I just hate the work and stuff. It’s really boring.”

“Would you like it if you didn’t have to go to school?”

“Yeah”

“What would you do instead?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, are there any places you like?”

“Um, yeah. If I could live in a forest or in the mountains, that would be great.”

“So you like being outside?”

“Not in the city, but in nature, yes.”

“You like the outdoors, then?”

“Yeah”

“Would you want an expert hired to teach you how to live there?”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Wait, are you being serious?”

“Yeah, we can try it.”

“Oh my God… but what about my parents?”

“I’ll sit down with them and explain the situation. You can stay here at the school for tonight if you want. Would you like to say goodbye before you go?”

“No, I’m ok. Have you done something like this before?”

“No. This will be an experiment. I think how it will work out is that we will send you out there for a week and then come back and check on you as long as you promise to meet back with us. If you are better, you can stay. If not, we will have to try something else. I just want to help you.”

 

“Hey buddy. I’m gonna show you how to live out here and then we’ll leave you alone for a week. Sound good?”

“Yeah” I said to my guide. We were in a car, driving along. Soon we stopped, got out, and started walking into the woods. When we reached a certain point, we stopped. I received a pack containing all the tools I would need. A compass, knife, water bottle, etc. Over the course of that day, I was taught a lot. I was taught building, hunting, fishing, and the lay of the land. It was very fun. Then, my guide left me, and I was on my own. I guess that when one life ends, another begins.

At first, it was hard. Going from one setting to a very different one is hard. The hunger, thirst, and fear were the hardest parts. I knew where the water was, but I wasn’t used to drinking only water, and sometimes it didn’t taste good. Even though I had supplies, getting food was really hard. The fear came from night time. There were bugs, poisonous plants, dangerous animals, and other things. That is what it was like for the first few days.

My shelter didn’t stay in one spot. Maybe it was too rainy in one spot or infested with ants. So, I moved many times. I walked further up the stream until I found a waterfall. Under it was a small cave, which I tried as a shelter as well. When it rained I took off my clothes. I kept them off, but didn’t abandon them. At first, I talked to myself since I was alone, but I eventually quit. By the end of the week, I was doing much better than in the beginning. I lost some weight and I was dirtier, but I had survived. In just one week, I had been able to adapt somewhat.

Seven days after they let me loose, they returned. I knew when they would be back because one of the things in my pack was a watch with the date. I put my clothes on and went to the spot. Soon enough, there was my counselor. My guide was not there. He came to me and asked how I was. After some talking, he told me something else. He said I had to go back. The school and my parents were outraged. My teachers and friends were wondering where I was. I felt anger rise in me and told him I felt much better here. I felt happier here than I ever had. He said we still had to go, and put his around me.

We started walking back. I thought quickly. Could I escape if I ran? Would they send dogs or rangers? Would they send helicopters?

 

Suddenly, the boy ran. The counselor turned around, surprised. He began chasing the boy. However, the boy knew the land, and he was faster. The counselor came to a stop and yelled out to the boy. The boy was gone.

A search went out. Rangers in helicopters flew over the tree tops, looking for this boy. And about a week later, he was found. His body was lying on the ground in a patch of trees, decomposing. It had been picked at by animals. An autopsy revealed a deadly species of mushroom in his stomach. The boy was gone.

 


Submitted: February 09, 2012

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Stealingwonders

Really liked this, interesting topic :)

Sat, February 11th, 2012 6:26pm

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Thank you very much. That really made my day. I was jumping up and down after I read that :).

Sat, February 11th, 2012 5:39pm

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