Lord of the flies #9

Chapter 9: A view to a death

Perspective: Simon

The end

I awoke with a start, the world spun circles in my head. I sat up trying to remember the last thing before I fainted. The pigs head, the lord of the flies. I looked over where I knew she would be staring at me. I waited for the now familiar voice to speak. Nothing happened, I waited for one more second then decided to make my way back to camp. I needed to tell them about the beastie. The parachutist. Poor person. I wouldn’t have wanted to land on this island. I started trying to make my way back to camp. But my legs were so tired, I just wanted to lay down and sleep……
But no I had to tell them. After a while im not sure it started to rain, hard heavy droplets. They pounded my head making it hard to think. I stumbled on. When did it get so dark. I couldn’t remember anything. I remember falling to the ground after I tripped over a tree root. I lay on the ground a while letting the rain clean away the blood and dirt from my face, In a way it also cleared away the horrible things that had happened to me on this island. After that I was content.I saw the corpulent body's in front of me and made my way towards the fire. The light.Its phosphorescence shown in the dark. I heard them chanting that annoying killing song. I rolled my eyes. I crawled out of the bushed into the light.
Then everything went drastically wrong. The circle of boys encircled me chanting “kill the beast” what was happening “I’m not the beast” I tried to say, but they were too loud. Then the pain struck me, hard in my back. I doubled over in pain and gasped. What were they doing, then another and another blow. My head, my back. I saw dark blood seeping through my clothes, I saw the deep cuts and new burses, I saw the blood in the water. Dripping. But surprisingly I couldn’t feel it. My whole body was numb. I couldn’t move my brain was the only thing working. Then something hit my hard in the head and everything went black…………..
Then soon after I was looking down at a scene, a young to skinny almost sick looking boy lay on wet dirt surrounded by numerous boys they had all stopped and were looking down at the boy who had numerous bloody cuts and bruises all over his body. Some of the boys wept. Others looked down with sadness. The boy on the dirt’s eyes stared of seemingly into the sky. Almost peaceful looking. I felt bad for that strange boy, but I knew that he was probably in a better place happier to be away from that nightmare of a life. I looked down once more, I recognized him somehow. Maybe I had seen him in a dream or another life, after that brief second I forgot him and the brutal scene………………
I didn’t remember.