Blog 8- The Feast (Simon)

I saw The lord of the flies hanging there on that stick and he began to talk to me,
"Your a silly little boy. An ignorant, silly little boy. Well then, you'd better run off and play with the others. They think you're batty. You don't want Ralph to think you're batty, do you? And Piggy, and Jack? What are you doing out here all alone? Aren't you afraid of me? There isn't anyone to help you. Only me. And I'm the Beast." I was beginning to get nervous. I was trembling too. The Lord of the flies continued,
"You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are? Come now, get back to the others and we'll forget the whole thing," My head wobbled and my eyes were half closed almost as though I was imitating The Lord of the Flies. "This is ridiculous. You Know perfectly well you'll only meet me down there-so don't try to escape!" My body was arched and very stiff. The Lord of the Flies I realized sounded alot like a schoolmaster. He continued again,
"This has gone far enough. My poor misguided child, do you think you know better than I do?" The lord paused and then continued some more,
"I'm warning you. I'm going to get angry. D'you see? You're not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! so don't try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else-" Suddenly I was looking into the mouth of the pig head.
"-Or else, we shall do you? See? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph. Do you. See?" I fell into the mouth and became unconscious
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Later I woke up and started to walk through the forest. The creepers were so thick you would almost think it was a wall. I was thinking about all the corruption that had happened on the island. My gaze was steadfast on one point, the light that came from a fire. I thought that they must have moved camp and started a fire there. So I started to head toward the fire. Then I decided I should go up to the mountain and see if the beast was real. When I got up there I saw something moving with the wind, up and back down. Almost as of it was bowing. I came closer and I saw that it was a dead parachutist and his parachute was pulling him like a puppet. So I untangled him from the rocks. After that the smell hit me and I threw up till my stomach was empty. Then I headed down to camp or what I thought was camp.
I heard a chant and saw everyone dancing around. They seemed like they were attacking something or pretending to. So I started to come out but I fell and had to crawl out in a sort of demented way. I heard screaming and they were saying something about the beast. I just tried to yell and tell everyone about the parachutist. Then everyone gathered around me and I was being beat up, ripped at, clawed. They became the beast. At least it felt like that. The blood started to trickle down my face. After that everything was a blur and soon I was knocked out and then the worst happened, I got to see my own body being left on the beach with the blood slowly coming out. At least I would be in nature and now I wont have to put up with the world anymore.