AN: Originally wrote this last year for English class. Just remembered it today.
Disclaimer: Don't own Lord of the Flies.
Ralph sniffled a gasp as he saw the figure. It was Simon! At least it looked like Simon. It couldn't be, Simon was dead. Or maybe he wasn't?
"S-simon?" Ralph choked as he took a step toward the platform.
The ghostly figure smiled sadly from its place by the platform, "Hi, Ralph."
"Simon!" Ralph ran forward. "I'm so sorry! I was scared, and that dance! The beast- I was scared! I'm so sorry, Simon." Ralph came to a stop a short distance from the boy and fell. He sobbed.
"I know, Ralph," Simon consoled quietly, "I know"
"Why did you do that? Come running out of the forest like that? During a storm even!" Ralph beat the sandy beach with his fists, "You're dead aren't you?" He looked up with pleading eyes.
"Yes."
"We thought you were the beast!" Ralph cried, "And now, and now-" He broke off.
"There is no beast, Ralph," Simon said, moving to sit with the other boy. "I was coming to tell you that."
"But on the mountain-"
"It was a dead man."
Ralph looked shocked, "But how, I don't-"
"He was a parachutist."
The boys sat in silence, feeling each other presence. The silence was long but comfortable. Ralph fell to lay on his side and drew in the sand. Simon looked up to watch the few clouds float by. It was calm.
Ralph looked up at Simon, "How long will you be here?"
Simon sighed, "Not muck longer, I think."
Ralph looked back down, "I'll, I'll-" He paused, "I'll miss you." He peaked up at Simon through his bangs.
"I know," Simon smiled. He reached over to move Ralph hair, "Humans may not be good, but they try."
Simon moved away and walked toward the sea, "You'll get back," He said. "You'll get back." Then he faded away.