Post #7: Lord of the Flies

Wait, It's not a beast!
Simon's Journal

I was on the ground in front of Lord of the Flies. My head down on the hard dirt with my hands on my stomach. I woke up and saw my knee bleeding. I was tangled up in a parachute, which was pulling and making it tighter and tighter on me and on every blow the tightness of the parachute was making the bad cut on my knee hurt and sting more and more. I untangled the parachute and with every bend in my knee I felt the painful sting of the cut. I untangle the parachute and made it purged. When the winded was getting strong and I felt a gust I let it free. Seeing it blow into the open air. Getting higher and higher in every gust. I looked back at the Lord of the Flies remembering what it said and how I was gonna have fun on the island. I was speaking with illumination. I thought all we did on the island was hear Jack and Ralph yell at each other. Saying that Jack and the hunters are not doing anything for our group. They were not helping out with the fire, they did not care about the huts or anything, all they did was hunt and not care about being saved. I also remembered the beast saying that he was the beast. I was confused. I think I am becoming barmy. How was he the beast? I thought the beast was a scary person that will attack you. The beast was theological. All he was, was a corpulent pig head on a stick. I started looking at his mouth. Looking at the blood dripping down into the dirt that was already covered in a puddle of blood. With its teeth as red as a red juicy apple and its mouth as wide as it could be. Looking at the tall wooden stick pummeled into the ground. I thought I was illusinating for a second because I thought it was impossible for me to be talking to a dead pig. The dead pig was dead and it does not know any words it just knows its language of words, and dead physical things do not talk. They just lay down. I thought that I was getting a fever or something. I then had enough of this nonsense. So I started walking. When I walked I felt the horrible pain on my knee. It felt like I was getting a cut all over again. On each step I took I felt it again and again. I suddenly gave up and I had no choice but to walk on all 4's. I put my hands on the dirt feeling the small pebbles smash into my hands. As my feet were in a very uncomfortable position. My heels up and my toes smashed on the ground. But I had no choice. It was either that or walking and feeling the horrible sting on my knee. I was walking and I was trying to figure out what I had to say to the others before I passed out. I started to think. But I could not grasp it. I started to walk some more and I felt a splinter go into my hand. Now I had to feel the splinter every time I put my hand down onto the bushy and grassy trail. I was in pain. All I wanted is to go back to my special place. I was still thinking. All the sudden I found what I was thinking for. As soon as I found it I also found Jack and Ralph and the rest of the survivors dancing and having a great time. I run on my hands and feet and yell out there is no beast it was just a dead man on the mountain. There is no beast. All they did was turn around and came toward me. They were all running toward me. I thought they were happy to see me because I passed out and I thought that they were worried sick about me. I yelled out again on my hands and feet, there is no beast it was just a dead man. All the sudden I see them pull out their spears and seeing them gaining speed. They were all rushing toward me. I wanted to runaway. But it was to late. Jack jumped on me and plunged the spear down my back. They were kicking and chanting. Were killing the beast. They were stabbing me with there pointy wooden spears. It was to late. I felt the terrible pain of my knee and then my back. My life was over and my eyes closed.