Prayer of the Refugee- Rise Against
Warm yourself by the fire son,
And the morning will come soon.
It had only been a week.
Ralph kept telling himself that as the time went on and on and everything slowly started to slip from his grasp. Only a week, they still had plenty of time to wait until they could get rescued. His father would find them soon, because really it hadn't been long at all. They would get found in no time, if he thought about it. They'd already been looking for a week; they would surely find them soon then.
It was hard to believe all of this completely during the night though. In the day when everything was bright was fine, but during the night his hopes for rescued wavered as the stress of it all wore down on him.
Things were still good though. They'd gotten shelters up (mostly) and they had plenty of food to eat. Plus Jack was always trying to catch those pigs, so when he did they would have even more. They were doing fine by themselves. They could last a little bit longer.
What You Know- Two Door Cinema Club
And I can't say it's what you know,
But you've known it the whole time.
Whenever he thought back on it, he wasn't able to really wrap his mind around that small, seemingly insignificant conversation.
Maybe he was overthinking it. There was no way for Simon to have known any more than he did about the future, after all. Hey, if he could see the future then he should have seen what was going to happen to him and maybe, oh I don't know, prevent it.
But it seemed like he did know what was going to happen, if he really paid attention to what he said. You'll get back all right. Not we'll get back alright. Why wouldn't he say we? He shouldn't have excluded himself from that. It didn't make any sense.
He wished he could ask him. Maybe he hadn't meant anything by it. But he couldn't stop wondering, and he would never get an answer.
Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz
Goin' bite the dust, can't fight with us,
With yo sound you kill the Inc.
After the dance, Jack felt someone pulling him aside. He was still shaking slightly, his mind not quite comprehending what was going on and allowed himself to be dragged. It was raining now and when everyone ran away he'd seen the beast but it wasn't really a beast it looked like Simon or well it looked like Simon if Simon had been attacked by some sort of crazed animal. Just barely he noticed someone shouting at him and turned to whoever had dragged him to the edge of the forest.
"-op it Jack! This has to just stop! That wasn't a beast didn't you see?!" Ralph was yelling and Jack couldn't tell if he was crying or if it was just the rain. Irritatingly he pulled his arm away from the blond; although he was still shaking and it was hard to breath for some reason.
"It was a beast" he said with as much certainty as he could muster, but Ralph was shaking his head.
"No it wasn't, it was Simon! We just killed someone! Jack we need to stop this, it's wrong, please listen to me!" Now Jack was shaking his head, eyes closed as he tried to block out the other boy.
"No! We're not stopping! We're having fun here and you can't talk me out of it! It wasn't a beast! You're crazy! Simon's not dead! We didn't do anything bad!"
Across the Sea- Alex Day
You're out of mind, I'm out of time,
I only want what I can't see.
It was really weird the way things worked.
Before, he really didn't care much about Simon. Sure, the kid was kind of nice, and he helped out a lot, which was more than he could say about a lot of the others. But he was also really strange and just batty at times. He kind of weirded Ralph out.
But then as soon as he realized he was dead and he'd never see him again it felt like someone ripped his heart out and he couldn't understand why.
And with Piggy. He never even asked what his name was. He was smart yes; he was their best bet on how to get home. But he was also really annoying at times and pretty bossy and thought he knew everything. He couldn't help much because of his ass-mar and was always talking about his stupid aunty.
And then Roger killed him and it was like he'd lost the best friend he ever had in the world and he didn't understand why at all.
Why did he only really care about things once they were gone forever?
Dirty Paws- Of Monsters and Men
They used to sing about the birds and the bees,
The bees had declared a war,
The sky wasn't big enough for them all.
"It's like war," Jack said, speaking to himself as he walked through the forest, spear in hand. They were going to hunt down Ralph tomorrow, but it wasn't quite like a pig hunt. A pig was just an animal and this was a human but it didn't really matter because they'd already killed people before. They killed Simon and Piggy so why would it matter if they killed Ralph too. No one was going to get in trouble; there wasn't anyone to punish them here.
It was a war, he decided. A war just like there had been back home. They were winning too. They destroyed the opposite side, killed the majority and even captured some and forced them to join his side. All that was left was the leader. They had to kill the leader so that the war would be over.
Adults had wars all the time. He wasn't doing anything bad, since it wasn't bad really. Adults killed and fought all the time. He was an adult now. He was in charge. This was a war, the island wasn't big enough for them all.
Bang, Bang- Nancy Sinatra
He wore black and I wore white,
He would always win the fight.
He couldn't help but think that there was something familiar about the redhead who led the choir. Ralph wasn't sure what it was, but there was definitely something that made him feel as though they'd met before.
They were all getting situated for the night. They would have to build shelters in case it rained again before they were rescued. Jack took a seat next to him. It was clear that they were both tired from their earlier expedition.
"Can I ask you something?" Ralph said, catching Jack's attention. The redhead just looked at him before nodding slightly.
"Have we ever met before? I don't know you just seem really familiar," Jack seemed to think this over before shrugging a bit.
"I don't know, I was thinking the same thing. Maybe."
How it Ends- Devotchka
And in your soul, they poked a million holes,
But you never let em show,
Come on it's time to go.
Simon really didn't like how this had turned out.
Why did he have to be the one to die? It wasn't fair. He'd only been trying to help them. The beast wasn't anything they could actually hunt, but then before he could even say anything they killed him, thinking that he himself was the beast.
The young boy tried to keep himself from becoming bitter though. It had been an accident; if they'd known it was him they wouldn't have actually done that. They were all just scared and hadn't been able to listen to reason in time for him to be saved. There wasn't anything he could do about it, so he couldn't be bitter.
He watched the remains of the happenings on the island with a sinking stomach. Jack was clearly getting out of control. Making his own tribe and setting everyone against Ralph was doing no good what so ever. He wished he could talk some sense into the redhead, but that was impossible now, probably even if he was alive he doubted he would listen to him.
When Piggy died Simon knew it was hopeless. He talked to the chubby boy for a bit afterwards, before turning his attention back to the island and Ralph. He really was in trouble now. There had to be a way for him to survive though. He knew he was going to get home, but he wasn't sure how that was possible now. It really seemed hopeless.
But it wasn't. He'd gotten back okay. The fire that Jack started had spiraled so out of control that it attracted the attention of the boat. It was certainly ironic. He inadvertently saved all of them.
Simon tried to keep himself from feeling bitter as he watched the living boys leave.
But he wasn't quite able to.
Maybe You Can Owe Me- Architecture in Helsinki
Surely there's a story,
In counting all the minutes till July the 1st,
But you counted all the seconds
And it made you feel worse.
Maurice wasn't sure why he was doing this. It probably wasn't very smart, but he couldn't really help himself. He just wasn't able to say no to people, especially those he once considered friends.
Even if that same friend gave him nightmares for years and made his job of pretending to be nice happy normal Maurice so much harder.
But he couldn't say no though, so now here he was, with a broken down Roger who looked like he hadn't slept in weeks sitting in his living room staring off at nothing and seeming completely dead inside. He had no idea where he'd come from, but he'd saw the teen sitting on a park bench in the rain and just looking so desperate and he hadn't been able to just leave him there because Roger used to be his friend and it was raining.
"So…" he started, not entire sure what to say. Roger glanced over at him, his eyes blank slates that somehow seemed to dig deep into his mind and made a shiver run down his spine. He managed to regain his voice slightly to keep speaking.
"How've you been?"
Mika- Grace Kelly
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?
Roger didn't understand why Jack was so obsessed with that Ralph kid. It wasn't like he was anything special. He wasn't anything. He just had some stupid shell and bossed everyone around like he had a right to but he didn't really. He thought Jack should be the leader but he didn't say anything about that because he didn't really like to say anything at all.
It was annoying that Jack wouldn't pay any attention to him. He was always so wrapped up in thinking about that stupid Ralph. It was stupid. He didn't even know why he cared if Jack paid attention to him or not. He didn't need attention; he was perfectly fine on his own.
He just felt that Jack probably should pay attention to him. He was always there to help him after all. He always helped Jack, but he didn't even notice him. It was stupid.
To Binge- Gorillaz
I'm caught again in the mystery,
You're by my side, but are you still with me?
Simon sat down next to the blond. It was rather clear that there was something wrong with him, but after everything Simon would have been more surprised to find something right. He was safe now, but he wasn't okay. He hasn't said anything to the people who'd rescued them. He hadn't said anything for the past couple of days.
All he did was sit there and stare off at nothing and he would only eat when they would force him to. It made Simon horribly worried. He didn't want anything to happen to Ralph. He knew that it had been terrible on that island.
Yes, he'd died, as had Piggy, but it almost seemed like ralph had it even worse. He had to go on after all of that and try to piece himself back together. And right now it seemed like there were just too many pieces for him to even try.
"Please Ralph. It'll be okay. You're safe now," he tried to tell him, but it was clear that the blond boy didn't hear him. Simon sighed, leaning his head against the older boy's shoulder. He couldn't feel it, but he want to try at comfort anyway.
He just wanted to help Ralph, but it didn't seem like he'd be able to.
It seemed like there was a lot of Ralph and Jack in this chapter. Not sure why that was, it just sort of happened. I never know what's going to happen in this, but that's kind of the point.
Well, as always, thanks for reading and please review. I can't believe I've written 70 of these so far. When I get to 100 I'll probably die.
