I woke up, all sore and achy. There was a bitter, metallic taste in my mouth and my eyelids were crusted together with sleep. Sunlight streamed in my direction and made my head hurt. I rolled over and the flowers on my head and behind my ear fell off. Feeling stupid, I replaced them and saw that they looked extremely wilted. The petals were all droopy and some of them were getting brown around the edges.
Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I tried to remember how I ended up sleeping in the middle of the jungle. The events of the night before came rushing back to me, clutching me in a mental choke hold.
Simon's death.
Jack's betrayal.
Stumbling to my feet, I shuffled blearily through the jungle, rubbing my eyes. Yellow fruit caught my eye and I jumped up and pulled it from the tree, taking more than I needed and eating them greedily. The juice dribbled down my chin in the most unsatisfactory way and the fruit was a little brown and tasted much too ripe, but I didn't care. When I was done, I wiped my hands on my skirt, knowing my parents would've lost their minds, and set about to find someone. Anyone. Where was everyone? Maybe I'd gotten lost in the jungle and I wouldn't have to see anyone anymore. Maybe I should've just died there. I pushed past vines and creepers and batted at flies. I got a couple bug bites and scratches, but I didn't really care.
I didn't really know where I was going, and I didn't care where I ended up.
I pushed past more bushes and saw the pig's head on a stick staring at me.
I was back in Simon's forest clearing.
The awful thing stared at me, flies playing leap frog in and around the head, which was crusted with dark red blood and filled my nostrils with an awful, rancid scent. Patches of skin had been eaten away by the flies, revealing a feast of red flesh that made the flies buzz excitedly. Small, bright white flashes of bone peeked through the skin, gleaming in the sun. What little hairs were left on the pig were matted together with more blood that the flies greedily feasted on. Beady black eyes, even in death, seemed to stare right through me, mocking me with a cynical glare.
This was one of the last things Simon had seen before he died.
I stared right back at it, daring it to keep mocking me, hands curling into fists.
How dare you intrude upon the peace of Simon's forest clearing. You awful, awful thing.
The Lord of the Flies stared right back at me.
He knew damn well what the beast was. And you know too, don't you?
Something started to boil beneath the surface of my skin.
No duh.
My hands curled into fists as I felt a rush of anger and hate towards the head that stared back at me.
You cruel, horrid, self-righteous thing! How dare you take Simon away from me! HOW DARE YOU!
It wasn't fair.
It just wasn't fair.
"What I mean is...maybe it's only us."
How right he was.
With a loud, pained scream, I swung my fists at the horrible thing staring back at me, knocking it off the stick it was mounted on. The head simply rolled on the ground, its eyes continuing to stare up at me, mocking me, challenging me. The flies continued to buzz excitedly, following the head of the kill. I wrenched the stick out of the ground and, with the sharp end, began hacking it apart to pieces.
What I mean is...maybe it's only us.
The head split apart, dark red flesh gleaming in the light. The flies buzzed excitedly, swarming towards the new fresh meat I'd given them.
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The Spark
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