Slipping Into The Airwaves
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Waiting For The End (Part 1)
"I know what it takes to move on, I know how it feels to lie. All I want to do is trade this life for something knew; holding on to what I haven't got!" – Linkin Park
ROGER
"Honestly, very little," Jack was the first to answer. Ralph nodded the same.
Then it was Roger's turn.
"Nothing except Simon and –" He paused and inhaled nervously, "-Piggy."
Roger looked like he was about to throw up; his face paled and tears clambered into his eyes. Everything was overwhelming and he was seeing clearer than he had in years.
"Do you remember the beast? That shell thing?" Jack asked.
"The fire on the mountain? That little boy we couldn't find? You lot trying to kill me?" Ralph continued.
"The huts? The other choir boys?" Jack added.
"Maybe the Littluns?" Ralph said.
Roger screamed suddenly making Jack and Ralph jump. "Shut up! Shut up! I don't know what you two are talking about!"
The other two boys looked up at Roger who, even on the brink of madness and insecurity it seemed could still be compared to that of a god! "You keep talking about beasts, and shells and huts and things but I can only remember murdering two other guys who I can't even visually remember in my mind properly. I mean it was like I'm slowly being blinded by something – it's all cloudy and foggy up here," he said motioning to his head, "and I can't do this. Please just chill for me right now! I mean what is even going on?" Tears were streaming down his face which was a little red and blotchy and he was frantically tugging at his hair as if it would give an answer.
RALPH
Ralph began to realise something; at the time of his rescue he felt that he was a victim along with Piggy and Simon, whom thanks to Roger, he began to remember more vividly. Actually Jack and Roger, who seemed to be the epitome of all that was bad, the serpent in the Garden of Eden, were equally victims as he was. They didn't just suffer like he did – they regretted things. They would have to live with things in a different society to the one they had built on that island for the rest of their lives.
And if they had forgotten, like Ralph, the past would find a way of re-surfacing and come back to haunt them.
But then, Ralph thought, freedom, or the illusion of freedom in our case, always has a cost doesn't it?
"It's ok Roger," Ralph said from where he was stood, watching Jack trying to console Roger. Jack looked up at Ralph and gave a small smile and, well Roger wasn't the smiley type anyway – never had and never will be – but he looked up with a light expression on his face.
"I forgive you, you know," Ralph said suddenly, "if there is something we need to get rid of we need to work together and for that we'll need to be at our best, both physically and mentally. We need each other."
Jack and Roger looked taken aback.
"The thing is, seeing you like this Rogde, has shown me that you've both suffered equally as me." He paused. "I mean, what else is there to do."
It was then that for the first time in just over fifteen years, these three people, once at loggerheads and each other's throats quite literally, were united.
JACK
"I know patience has never been one of my virtues," Jack said agitatedly, "but when are the others gonna get here?"
"I think we should go on without them," said Ralph. This man is full of surprises with what he has to say today, thought Jack. "I mean, we'll all be on the same island together in the end right. And besides I have a feeling about something else: I don't think we've all arrived this far yet."
Jack knew what Ralph meant. All day, he'd had a feeling when someone had touched down at the airport. And he had a feeling he knew exactly who would walk through the door at what moment. It was more the shock of actually having to see the person again for the first time in fifteen years which took him back.
"Well that's settled," he declared in his trademark authoritive voice, "we'll go now, otherwise who knows how long we'll be here and with what exactly!"
Roger and Ralph agreed. They quickly gathered their bags up and headed for the island.
