Realization
Lightning flashed and thunder clattered causing a few of the littluns to jump and begin whimpering. Giant drops of rain cut down through the sky and landed in and around the scorching fire, "Going to storm," said Ralph, "Where are your shelters?" Jack's crew looked into the sky, worry splashing across their faces along with the rain drops, 'STUPID! Why would you say something that!' Jack thought furiously; he jumped up and shouted, "Do our dance! Come on! Dance!" The awful pig hunting dance began once more, "Kill the beast! Spill his blood!" They chanted and spun, over and over again. Abruptly littluns began screaming and cowering away from the edge of the forest, "Him! Him!" they shouted as-
"Jack…? Jack…?"
"…What?" Jack responded unsteadily, shaking his head to further escape from the memories. He gripped the couch to secure himself to the real world. The flashbacks had been increasing in number and intensity for the six months since the island.
"What were you thinking about?" the blond-haired therapist asked softly.
Jack stared at a single black button on the man's suit coat, "It was just…a memory I guess."
"A memory about what, Jack?"
Jack turned towards the forest edge and saw it, he lurched forward and screamed with the rest of the tribe, "Kill the beast!" The circle closed around the figure and the boys began stabbing at it.
"Just the island," Jack stated flatly.
"What about the island, anything new?" questioned the man.
"Yes."
"Would you like to tell me about it?"
Jack's piercing eyes shifted up past the man's own blue eyes to his fair hair.
'Ralph…' Thought Jack.
Jack looked over the Ralph who had joined in the dance, Jack smiled cruelly as he thrust his spear into the beast.
Time froze in the memory, Jack saw the scene frozen in front of him-
"…Simon," Jack mumbled gravely.
"Who is Simon, Jack?" the man asked gently. Jack's eyes shifted back to the shiny black button, tears threatened to show themselves.
"Jack," the therapist repeated calmly, "who is Simon?"
Jack's sadness turned to anger with the flip of a switch, "Who was Simon," Jack corrected heatedly.
The therapist motioned for Jack to take a deep breath, and Jack obeyed.
"We…" he paused thinking momentarily, "I, I killed him…" Jack muttered.