This was (oh wonder) writtenfor an English test in school. (I'm from Austria, English is not my native tounge. So please kindly ignore all the errors...)
Ralph can't let go of the beasts...
Beasts
I'm Ralph. I must not forget that I'm Ralph. Ralph. My civil name. I'm not savage. No savage that killed Simon. Or Piggy. Piggy. Yes, the pig. Kill the pig! Cut her throat! Spill…no, no pig. Piggy. Piggy is no savage. Piggy got the conch. Piggy may speak. But Piggy doesn't speak. Piggy lies on the rocks and his blood is washed into the sea and his brain is all over the stone and the conch is lying next to Piggy. I had the conch. I'm Ralph. I didn't do it. I didn't kill Piggy. Piggy was right. I should have stopped Jack. Jack put on a mask and killed Piggy. Jack was wrong. And I didn't tell him he was wrong. I let him kill the pig. Piggy. Why did Jack do it? He's a beast. No, the beast is inside him. Inside me. Inside everyone. Simon said that. The beast inside me. And then Simon was gone. I wasn't there. But I should have been there. To save Simon. But I wasn't there. I wasn't. And Piggy and Sam and Eric too. They weren't there. But Jack was. Jack put on a mask and Jack killed and Jack shouted and Jack cut the throat and Jack spilled her blood and Jack…
Ralph. I'm Ralph. Ralph, the leader. I blew the conch. I built huts. I wanted to get rescued. Ralph wanted to get rescued. But the beast didn't. The beast wanted to stay on the island. And the beast killed Simon. The beast did. Not Ralph. The beast. The beast inside Ralph. I'm no beast. I'm Ralph.
How come I get hunted down? I'm no pig. Piggy got hunted down. Pigs. I wanted rescue. A fire. I built a fire. And Jack let it go out. Always Jack. It's always Jack. Jack and the beast. Jack is s a beast. No. Jack became a beast. The beast inside Jack. Did he carry the beast onto the ship? Did he bring it with him? Is the beast here? Here, inside Jack? Inside Ralph? Inside me? I left the beast on the island. It's not here anymore. And there's no blood. No blood in the sea. No one hunting pigs. No beast.
I did it wrong. I was the leader. I was elected, not Jack. And Jack became the leader. But I was elected. Ralph was a bad leader. He let the others down. I would have done better. No, I wouldn't. I'm Ralph. That's my name. Ralph. Not Jack. No beast. Not Maurice. No savage. Not Piggy. No pig. Not Simon. No saint. Just Ralph. And Ralph is enough. Because Ralph did horrible things. Ralph loved to hunt. To hunt with Jack. To hunt with the beast. To hunt Simon. And Simon is dead. But Ralph is alive. Ralph lives on without Piggy and without Simon and without the boy with the patch on the cheek. I live on. And I'm Ralph. And the beast lives on. Inside me. I live on. I'm Ralph. That's my name. My good, real, civil name. Ralph.
And done. Short, but, my, I also had to write other stuff on those two hours. And yeeeha, I got an A on this test! -jumpsaroundinanhazeofadream-
And please, if you read this, leave some comments. The only person so far who commented on this was my english teacher, and she...well, she's a teacher. What do you want? ...so write!
