Blog 14-Revision of Blog 8-Finally Free

Up on the mountain I should have known.As the pig's raspy voice whispered, "You'll only find me back at the beach. They'll do you in." His frightening words had the wrong effect on me. I wanted to leave. When I woke up the trees blurred and sticks and creepers surrounded me. All I was thinking about was going up to the mountain and seeing if there really was a beast. After my talk with the pig head anything seemed possible. And as long as I didn't have to go back down to the rest of the boys then I would be happy. But when I got up to the mountain I changed my mind. Once I saw the man at the top of the hill I knew I had to go back to the group. 

 

I stood up next to the dead man trying to figure out the way back. It was then that I heard someone shout an inaudible chant. I stumbled down the side of the mountain. I made my way through the clearing and into a suffocatingly dense forest of trees and tendrils. As the storm grew louder and rain started to trickle, I thought about the man with the parachute.  How had they thought it was a beast. There savage instinct had taken over. Just like the devil inside of that pig head. I vowed to never become savage and to never give in to the fear that had taken over the rest of the boys. I would be strong and steadfast. If it meant I had to leave the group I would. I would leave for nature. 

As I made my way down the hill the chant got louder and louder. I felt frightened but I couldn't stop. Not after seeing that there really was no beast all along.  I had to save the rest of the boys from this fear. But I had to tell Ralph. I had come to notice Jack always corrected Ralph if he said that the beast was not real. He always made sure all the hunters and all the other littluns knew about the beast. That they knew the beast was dangerous and that the only one that will protect them is Jack. Suddenly the chant became clear. Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! I fell out of the forest and crawled towards a circle of boys. 

"The thing on the mountain. It's a dead man." I cried. My voice was tremulous. The faces started to blur. The paint on their faces becoming one with the island. A tornado of colors slowly swarming in towards me. Then I felt a sharp pain. Then millions of pains around my body. As the hunters came closer and closer. Then suddenly I was gone. As if I fainted again. But this time, forever. 

I look back on that night and I am thankful . I watched the corruption happening, Jack becoming leader.  Ralph becoming savage. That was the end of civilization on the island and the way I see it, I have left to another life. Life with nature.