A/N: Ehh, what the hell. My teacher is showing a motivational video on having positive self esteem, and I think I'm going to hurl. So, I pounded out this little drabble, which is intentionally very chaotic because that is how I imagine Roger's mind. Focus on the positives in your situations, guys. It's the third attitudinal skill. Oh, I don't own Lord of the Flies. Dedicated to Amy, for being my Simon. I love you, angel.

It was all so perfect.

In the beginning it was just MeMyselfandI all alone and it was all so perfect. I was the boy with the dark hair and the dark eyes. I was the boy no one noticed. And I liked it I loved it I wanted to be alone because the world was darkdarkdark, so black and empty. Being alone was the only way to stay safe. Blocking out the universe, the whole damn universe, was the only way to keep my heart from breaking.

I was the boy no one noticed, and it was all so perfect. We were all alone on the island, just us and the sun and the ocean waves crashing into the shore. And I was alone but I wasn't alone because they were alone there too, so we were all alone and it was no longer MeMyselfandI. But that was okay, because it was only him. That fiery angel or maybe demon no he was an angel and he came with his arrogance and he noticed.

We were all alone on the island and everyone was scared but I wasn't afraid at all. In the jungle I was free, I was free and I could cast away the cage I had lived in my whole life. I was free and I was safewarmprotected in the arms of that angel chaos, who pulled me by the hand as we ran.

Did you hear that, the angel said, and I nodded because I had and then the jungle was buzzing around us as we listened. My heart was racing and he was grinning, red hair falling over his face. I was smiling too, a little.

Then there came a squeal and we were leaping at the noise, until there was blood, there was so much fucking blood. And I was all alone but I was wasn't alone at all and there was sticky blood on my hands and arms. That angel chaos was laughing, red stains upon his own skin. We killed it, he said, and I nodded because I always went along with everything he said.

The fiery angel reached out to draw his fingertips softly against my skin, over my cheeks until they were coated with blood and his grin was darkdarkdark. But his touch was so delicate it almost hurt, almost broke my heart. The angel whispered my name quietly, and I shuddered at the sound.

You're mine now, he murmured with his fingers still lingering on my cheek. And my lips were parted and he was so close, so close to me now, and I was his and he was my angel and he had claimed me and that was alright.

All mine. You belong to me.

So I nodded because I always went along with everything he said and the angel chaos smiled a smile that was laced with malice. And the angel chaos became the angel death, and he had claimed me and that was alright.