Lord of the Flies: Journal #9

Journal #9 by Ambar
Chapter 9: A View to a Death
Perspective: Simon

He tried to tell me… but I didn’t listen

I was so tired that I slept. The lord of the flies talked to me earlier, at first I just couldn’t believe that it was talking to me. He said that they don’t really like me and they’d kill me if I tried to tell them again that the beast is within us. I like Ralph and Piggy and ‘em and I wouldn’t want to hurt them in any way. I hope that they feel the same but I couldn’t believe what Jack and the hunters did to that poor little sow. It was just trying to feed its littluns and they just went and killed it! Killing the mother affects the little piggies too because they can’t be fed and they’d die as well.
I couldn’t believe that the boys were afraid of a corpulent dead pilot that was flying on top of the island and crashed. Well, I wouldn’t blame them, it scared the life out of me the first time I saw it but I just didn’t run away screaming like they did. The lord of the flies told me to not tell them any of this because we were “having fun” and if I ruin it I would die. I was talking to a pig’s head! No wonder some people thought that I was crazy. I had to go tell them I just had to. I was covered in dry blood, my blood, because of the mosquitoes biting me. I was running down a hill. I tripped over a creeper and rolled the rest of the way down. My leg was badly wounded so I decided to walk on all fours. I was able to hear the boys and the sound of the pouring rain. It was pitch black and everything was blurry because of the rain splashing into my eyes.
“Hey guys!” I shouted on the top of my lungs. They weren’t able to hear me at all so I walked out of the bushes and so they could see me. They were chanting their little chant that they sing when they kill a pig. “Kill the pig; cut its throat, spill its blood”. They saw me and looked frightened. “The beast is a dead person, it’s not real!” I said. They pushed me onto the floor and started to poke me with their spears, first lightly and then harder. It started to hurt and I didn’t like it. I was able to feel nails scratching my legs, and people biting my skin and tearing it apart. Ow! They stabbed me and acted like animals. Ow! That’s when I new it, they were killing me. I was even able to see the phosphorescence. He tried to tell me… but I didn’t listen.