Simon added quietly in a monotone voice.
<To be precise, your friend was killed by you.>
<What… what did you say… just now…>
My body froze. Simon and I stared at each other without blinking. His black, impossibly black eyes were looking at my face—no, at something inside me, something I’d desperately hidden and ignored for five years, something deeply internal… Simon spoke, moving only his lips, his face as pale and ruthless as a possessed doll.
<I told Carl Purse. I said that during the break, I’d shove a horse’s cock up Raymond’s ass until it ruptured and killed him. I’d take pictures of the body and spread them like porn for perverts. Your friend chose to stay at the dorm.>
<No…>
......................
<He didn’t die easily.>
Simon said.
The flames that burned fiercely in the rain unfolded in my closed eyes. Carl is there. Carl is dying. In the inferno that consumes the storm, Carl dies alone. I collapse in front of the flames, screaming. Burn more, burn fiercer, more greedily. I yearn for it to cruelly devour every living thing.
<A pillar collapsed, crushing him. His lower body was completely mangled, but the fatal wound missed him.>
Simon said.
I pressed my fingers harder against my eyes. Remember. Please remember. Remember Carl’s face. What he looked like, how he smiled, the face he made when he cried to save me, how much he loved me, remember…
I can’t remember anything. All I can recall are the boys on the top floor.
<Crushed under a boulder, he watched the flames approach slowly, screaming in pain before burning alive.>
Simon said.
After finishing the novel there are just few - when Ray was able to kill his abusers,
but it's just a tiny bit of satisfaction, because there are dozens of them still unidentified, and we and Ray will never have a chance to find out who they were for punishing them.
Just like the real world works, and that's real sad...

PLEASE DONT TELL ME CARL FUCKING WENT BACK OH MY GOD HE SHOULDVE JUST STAYED HIS ASS AT TBE GAME WHAT RHE DHCKFKJKKK