I've always suspected it was connected, and that the man did something to him.
What happened next was not ever pictured in my mind.
We walked to the bus bay, the buses were a bit late and weren't there. The teachers ordered us to take another loop around the museum so we wouldn't be standing around like idiots.
I didn't personally see what happened. I think someone shoved him and he tripped on something or he was just stupid and walked on the road.
I heard a teacher cry out in surprise and fear.
I heard the screech of tires.
I heard a bang.
I heard screams.
And I saw blood and someone flying.
Later on someone told me a bus slid and didn't stop in time. At that time, he fell out and landed right in front of the bus.
It hit him full force, and sent him flying.
I could sense the fear amongst the students, the teachers, and every single living soul that witnessed it.
Someone called the ambulance, someone called the police, someone went to see who it was.
I saw from his figure, and my heart jumped.
I knew who it was.
I blanked out. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what happened.
I just know, I rushed over and I saw his face in a pile of blood. His limbs looked misshaped and weak.
I didn't know what to do, I didn't even know if he was breathing or not.
My friends tried to pull me away, teachers told me to back off.
Of course I didn't listen.
So then I somehow ended up in the ambulance, driving with him to the hospital.
I think I was too desperate to let go, so the teachers allowed it. They saw that he was important to me.
I don't care anymore. Hiding won't do anything. It was time to reveal my true thoughts.
I let my inner self take over again. Having shut it deep inside, it was complaining to me.
I think I was delusional, how could it have consciousness.