The people around me was too excited because I finally wake up, why? Why is the reason they acting like this with me being alive? Is this my dream or something? I know no one will be happy if someone like me is still alive after all. But of course, like what they always say that the bad grass has long life. Maybe even I receive a physical abuse, smash my head with some mental thing I still somehow survive. I just barely open my eyes yet the first person I see is some kind of officer looking at me. “Is he the person who can confess what really happened?” He asks to the person in his side, he looks so serious that even I was nervous. “they said you are ready to give you words as a witness.” Oh. So, he is officer also. I nod my head. “I am ready to give words what really happened b
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