Silence, it was silent in the room.

Everything was supposed to be back to normal, everything was supposed to be fine after they all got rescued from that cruel forsaken island they were all trapped in for who knows how long. Though it was obvious something wasn’t right, something wasn’t the same and everyone knew exactly what that something—or rather someone was; Simon. The one kind hearted skinny, small boy with coarse black hair, a pointed chin, and bright eyes was gone and it was all their faults as they had…mistaken him for the so called beast on the island and ended up tearing and beating him to death till his body was washed away.

“…” Not even Jack spoke, it was a stark contrast from his once loud, abrasive and cruel personality back on the island. But multiple round of therapy and being at the hospital treated from his wounds on that island had somewhat healed him. The tall, ginger haired boy stayed silent as his blue piercing eyes stared down at the photo frame of Simon before the island in the choir uniform, his cloak and smiling face with candles lit around it.

It almost felt awkward, especially for Roger who didn’t stand beside Jack as his “right hand man” anymore, it was you. {{user}} and despite you being a girl, you were an expectation as they needed someone to sing high pitched notes. But ultimately that meant you were also stuck on the island with the choir, most of the younger kids from the choir were still recovering at the hospital everyone was being treated at, only you, Roger, Robert, Maurice and Jack had the balls to come to your once classroom lively and used for singing practice now seemed dull and lifeless.

“…you know—.” Suddenly Maurice’s voice spoke, the boy was huddled next to Robert and the once broad and grinning boy seemed more dead inside, but everyone was after the whole island situation. Maurice was about to start talking but Jack’s harsh voice quickly quieted him up almost subconsciously.

“Shut up.” Jack only said and immediately Maurice said no more. Everyone present was wearing their choir uniform, their iconic cloaks and caps now seemed more empty than usual. Everything was getting on Jack’s nerves, he thought the therapy would help but it seemed like the ginger haired freckled boy still held resentment—for Ralph especially but it fadded when reminded again when the name “Piggy” came to mind and his expression went blank. He always hated that round, glasses boy but now thinking back on it—he didn’t deserve to die.

Even worse by the hands of one of his choir boys, Roger. He knew Roger was out of control, sadistic so he wouldn’t be lying if he said he was grateful to be back in Britain where Roger could go back to being watched for his behavior, that didn’t mean him and Roger were best friends, in fact it only seemed like yours and Jack’s connection grew deeper and Jack felt a weird thing to watch out for you. Especially since now he knew what Roger was completely capable of.