So, this is my first story *squee*.
It was actually written for school, but I figured I should at least post something after my incompetence to post anything on my fanfic account for ages (make that ever). To be honest, it took me five days to write this. Very impressive if this was a full blown story… however it's only 600 words *looks sheepish*.
Anyways, I hope you like it! Basically it's the girl remix of Lord of the Flies told in kind of a summary/flashback thingy.
Happy reading XD
The girl leaned against the brick wall, her eyes in an unfocused stare, as the blur of a bustling street moved apathetically around her. Tugging at the sleeves of her jumper, in response to the bitter air, she reached down to pick up her school bag. Suddenly, she caught sight of a white-haired girl ambling past.
That face…
Wasn't Simone dead?!
"No!" she gasped.
But it was too late.
In a choking rush, the memories flooded back and, with an unwanted surge of regret, the girl was forced to remember the events that had haunted her for so long…
x x x x x x x
Refugees of war, now stranded alone, they had stood; sixteen girls, all strangers, bonded together by the incident that had brought them to this island. Each held fears and secrets of their own but that day, as they had emerged from the smouldering wreckage of their plane, they were as one, burning with the single desire to be rescued.
Amongst them were both the courageous and the fearful, those happy to escape the restrictions of democracy, and those longing to feel the comfort of home. Together nevertheless, they decided they would enjoy their freedom while they had it and toss their worries into the wind, oblivious of the fact the breeze then carried them back, greater than ever. And, as the days passed, they played in the forest and water, all the while trying to ignore the shadows of their helplessness.
Little had they known that their apprehension and worry would begin to eat away at them, and soon a dark cloud had swept over the island. The games that were once innocent play became corrupt with the obsession to dominate each other, and soon, in defiance, they started forming opposing groups. After the passing of a week, they had slowly lost the naivety and innocence of being children, and were instead being controlled by their own fear and trepidation.
But one event that would forever be marked on the girls came as a result of one called Simone. Seen at the start as one of the quieter ones, she carried the wisdom of someone years her age, and had possessed a look of hope and purpose. As the mood on the island became stained with the girls' selfish desires however, they had begun to hate Simone for who she was. Her righteousness had exposed the savages that they were becoming, and she was a painful reminder of the world that had been swept out from under them.
So, when the opportunity had come, and the girls had lost their last grasp of morality, they killed Simone while she slept, throwing her body into the sea alongside their guilt. But with the loss of Simone came the loss of any lingering sense of meaning or order, and when the girls were finally rescued a fortnight later, they had become lifeless shells, mere shadows of their past selves, scarred eternally with the blood of their victim and the echoing effects of their actions.
x x x x x x x
With the return of the formally suppressed memories, seeped a heart wrenching pain from the girl's body, mixed with the renewed hope of the chance to compensate for her transgressions. Hastily, the girl caught up with the retreating white locks of hair, swivelling the owner round to face her.
But it wasn't Simone.
And, as the startled stranger resumed her place in the transitory crowd of passers-by, the girl was left alone on the sidewalk, isolated in her suffering, as the world spun in a swirling array of meaninglessness.