My Specs
Today was the day after we all killed Simon. It was truly an accident but most people would look at it as murder. I wasn't scared but it seemed like something took over me while we were doing the dance. We saw something crawling and immediately thought that it was the beast. I can not bare to think of the horrible way that we killed Simon it makes me want to kill myself. We all stabbed him after the first one he was probably still alive but we kept stabbing and stabbing I couldn't stop the thing didn't even look like a beast out of my one eye but I still couldn't stop. Oh I can't believe the pain that Simon had to bare. Sharp sticks going into your body at all parts. He screamed loud I remember that shrieking scream but that thing that took over me would not let me or any of the other boys stop. At that moment I had become Jack and the thought of that makes me want to cry.
Today I couldn't do anything but deny what had happened that's the only way that I could go on with out hating myself. Ralph began to talk about it and we both agreed that we were in the back of that circle. We agreed we didn't see anything either. It was the only way to get along.
The day went by slowly ad dreadfully.
We finally went to sleep and every one was having bad horrible dreams. I'm not sure what they were but the sounds that they made would automatically tell you that they weren't good dreams. Then I heard this noise that made me scared. It made me believe again that the beast was really here on this island. Finally what ever it was came into the shelter we were sleeping in and we began to fight it punches thrown here and there. Until my asthma messed with me and I fell to the ground I had to get my breathing back under control. Once the brawl was over I Ralph told me that it had been Jack and his boys. I thought that they stole the conch at first but then I realized that it was really my specs that they stole. That means that without my sight, I will be as useful as the littluns. They needed something to light a fire. I must get them back.
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