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Chapter 7- Tears filled with Blood
Simon began to worry inside. It was hard for the other boys to notice, but he was defiantly not the same. He was fidgety, not at peace like usual. He tried to do work with the shelters even though Ralph did not dare asking in months. His work was not interrupted by his fainting or weakness. Simon's mind was too preoccupied to lose consciousness. Placing his hand on Ralph he stated, "Cassidy- she's been gone awhile..."
"You don't know where she went, Simon. You can't go after her if you wanted to."
"I don't think so. I could at least try..." Simon mumbled but stood still as Ralph sighed deeply. Simon eyes became locked on the forest to which Cassidy had ran into.
The blood flowed out of her mouth, giving a moist texture to her once dry lips. Her blonde hair coated with dirt and blood was moved away from her body. Only a small part of Simon's jacket kept her covered. And only her leg over the other blocked her center. Roger drew his fingers with her blood. His laughs were slow, separated, and cackled. Cassidy forced her eyes closed as small tear rolled down her face. Roger took his foot away from her bruised side, and she let out a moan. Roger liked that. A smile became apparent on his face. He tried it again by placing his foot back on her side and leaning all his weight on it. His laughter started to turn darker and faster. Roger's hands were off of her neck now and the blood from her mouth slowed greatly. He let the enjoyment of her moaning and pain enter under his skin. He hit his wooden stick to the side and ignored the idea of hunting and killing her. Her pain was much too fun for him to stop so suddenly with death. Roger longed to toy with her more.
"Cassidy?!" yelled a small voice.
"Come back! Simon!" called a stronger voice after him. Roger flashed his eyes towards the forest and then back at Cassidy.
Streams of tears mixed with the blood on her face. She opened her eyes filled with water and looked at Roger terrified. Picture a lost puppy that got beat up way too much looking up at the boy coated in her blood. He slashed his fingers over her bare stomach. With her blood he wrote out an 'R' but the rest of the word didn't seem to come to him. He knew his name, but as for writing it… well that was lost from his brain at the moment. He ran off the other way back to Jack's tribe. His stick was left in a bush yards away from her breaking body. He did not even look over to pick it up, and it was not used for her destruction.
"Cassidy!" Simon called once again. She tried to push up on her arms. They fell like spaghetti to the ground and her side popped. She cried out in pain instantly. The noise raided through the forest and caused one kid's joy and another one's panic. Simon crashed through trees following the noise. His legs were weak and his heart was pumping. Vision started to blur in his eyes, but he pushed forward. Ralph followed the boy, but couldn't keep up with the desperate running of Simon. He kneeled to the side of the girl. "Cassidy..." He whispered to her. Tears kept coming from her eyes. Simon noticed the writing on her stomach. He covered her with her hair. Sitting her up she felt extreme pain. Simon was careful, but still attempted to sit her in a more comfortable position.
"I'm feeling..." She started, "...tired... Sleepy..." She looked up at Simon for an okay to fall asleep. He worked through his brain. She could not die. He would not allow it. She was under his care and all he wanted to do was help the girl. Simon gave her a small nod and her eyes shut closed. Simon let out a single tear, which touched her frail skin.
Ralph flipped his fair hair out of his eyes. He leaned his weight against a tree, and narrowed his sight towards the bloody girl. His faced filled with anger, but not towards the tormenter, Roger. He assumed it was Roger due to the 'R'. Rushing towards Simon, who was holding back any tears Ralph noticed a lone stick in a bush. He found it peculiar. Roger surely would have used the stick, right? He questioned, the blood on it looks dry, and so he couldn't have just used it. Simon turned to the boy stopped have way in his thoughts. The small boy wondered what Ralph would do about the hunters' recent attack, but Ralph's mind drew away from that. Walking slowly and silently over to the bush, Ralph inspected the stick. His conclusion was right there was just dry blood, pig's blood.
Cassidy made a sudden moan and slashed her hand towards her side. She remained unconscious and made no other movements after. Simon weaved his fingers through her hair and hoped she would awake soon. He clasped his hands together and looked up through the trees and at the sky. The light was slowly drifting and the moon was becoming visible overhead. "Simon… let's get go–" Ralph started then pulled back, as the small, dark haired, kind hearted boy began to pray in a whisper. The words were too low and quiet for Ralph to hear, but he knew they had full meaning to them. Simon closed his eyes and finished the rest of the prayer in his mind.
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