Hello lovelies! How are you? I just wrote Chapter 3 and I have no clue how. Anyhow, I got it up quick and I hope you like. If you don't, tell me what you didn't like and I'll try to improve. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing and I love you all.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Lord of the Flies. Sad face...

Warning: I can't remember. There might be language. Probably some dark themes.

Note: No, that story didn't actually happen to me. I can't stop thinking about it and I just incorporated it into my story. I'm sorry. Also, I've had this chapter written up for days. I've been with family, which includes nosy cousins. No matter, I love them. Also, I'm trying to figure out who I am. I'm writing it out to help people know who I am. Maybe I'll post it so you can get to know me. Have I forgotten something? Hmmmm...

Chapter 3

~Ralph's POV~

I shiver as Roger finishes his story. I try to shift, but on my left arm, Avy is clinging to me with a death grip. I shake my arm a bit, but to no avail because her grip doesn't loosen at all. I look over at her. Her face is white, clear of all colors, even the orange glow of the fire. She is shaking, fiercely and her eyes are scared, fixed on one spot. I follow her line of vision, landing on one person: Roger. He is returning the fixed stare and a deadly gleam plagues his eyes. He smirks and her grip somehow tightens.

"I-i...excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick." she whispers, finally releasing her grip on my arm. She runs off into the creepers and I look at Beth. She shrugs and I go to follow Avy. I listen for her footfall as she runs as it seems without end. I watch as she reaches the other side of the creepers before she drops to the ground. I hear retching and wet coughs and I cringe, rushing over to her.

"Avy, are you alright?" I ask quietly. She jumps, not expecting that anyone had followed her.

"N-no. No, I'm not alright. I won't ever be 'alright'." she sniffles, spitting to clear her mouth.

"It was just a story. It isn't real-"

"Didn't you hear what he said?! Don't you remember the warning?!" she shouts, clutching her stomach.

"No, I'm sorry. Do you mind repeating so?" I say as calmly as I can, hoping it would calm her down as well. She exhales slowly, composing herself.

"He said...it was a true story. That...no one...had heard before. And...it is true." she says, staring at the ground. I frown.

"How do you know it's true then? He said no one had heard the story before." I say, confused. She chuckles weakly, running shivers up my spine.

"Yeah, I haven't heard it. I've never heard it. I've told it before."

"How have you told it but not heard it?" I'm so confused at this point. She isn't making any sense.

"The reason I've told but never heard is because I lived it."

~Avy's POV~

I watch as his face falls.

"You're joking. Very funny." he laughs, with a hint of horrified behind it. I raise my head to look him in the eye .

"I'm not joking. Why would I joke about that?" I say.

"I...ummm..." he stutters.

"How long have you been at the academy?" I ask.

"Since Year 1. I've known most of these kids since then."

"Alright. Then tell me. Was there ever a time when my dad wasn't there? When you had a replacement Sergeant?"

"Uhhhh yeah, I think so. It was in Year 9."

"Okay. The girl in the story was thirteen. She would have been in Year 9. I'm fifteen. In Year 11. In Year 9, my dad took off. Did they tell you all why?"

"I think they said family emergency. We were confused because his wife is no longer suffering from life...oh my God, that is you!" he realizes. I nod.

"Why did that happen to you? Who would do that?" he half-shouts.

"I don't know. But I have a question for you." I say. He nods and I assume that means that I can ask.

"What would you have done if your hand had been...LICKED...by someone. What would you do if you were me?"

"I dunno. Probably wash my hand a lot. Why?" he says, frowning.

"Because I want you to realize I'm telling the truth. Because I've tried everything. I've washed my hand so much to the point where it bled. I've cut the skin to try and cover up the dirty, the sick skin. I've scratched, I've cleaned, I've done ANYTHING to try to forget, to cleanse myself of that...NIGHTMARE...the nightmare that won't go away. The nightmare only one person knew. Now thirty little boys know. They've been picked up and dropped into a world of nightmares and horror that only I had experienced. And...that...terrifies me." I sigh and I can't take the pressure anymore. I thought I had finally been able to forget, to move on in the outside world. I exhale a sob and after that, I couldn't stop. Ralph drops to my side, wrapping his arms around my small frame. I sob into his shoulder and he rubs my back in an attempt to calm me down.

"Avy, I didn't realize how strong you are and how much you can handle. It...kinda intimidates me. Trust me, I will never ever let anything happen to you. Ever." he whispers. I sniffle and he cups my chin in his hand. He lifts my face so that my eyes meet his and before I could say a word, his lips meet mine. As we kiss, only one thing is running through my mind: Ralph, what have you done?