Lord Of The Flies (Asylum)

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"I stay like this because why should I block myself from a world full of hatred and darkness just so I could have artificial happiness? To act like nothing in my past ever happened? I know I can move on, but I choose not to because what happened, happened. I can't change it, and if knew my future after getting on that plane was going to be like this, I would've chose to stay and die in that war..." I take a deep breath and watch her face, she raises her eyebrows in shock, but soon relaxes after processing my words. My voice turns calm and my muscles relax.

"Because honestly mom, that would have been a way better future then what I had and what I'm dealing with now." Her eyes fill with tears, but I feel no emotion towards her. I turn around and walk up stairs to my room and shut the door. I fall on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I probably should feel bad for her. If my son went through what I did and then said that to me, I would cry too. But for some odd reason, I don't feel bad. I feel empty, and all I can think of is Jack's face when I wouldn't help him. That's all I could think of for these past two years. The way he cried out to me when I turned around the way he pleaded me not to let them take him the way he...

*Flash back*

"Why did you do that Jack?" I whimpered as he stared at his hands.

"I-I don't know," he stuttered. I hear a helicopter in the distance. But I couldn't take my eyes away from the blood and the body lying there. Dead.

"You just killed him and you don't know why!" I yell.

"We're being saved," he looks into the sky, but I feel the tears start running down my face. My best friend is dead and Jack killed him.

"You just killed Piggy and you don't care!" I shove him and he stumbles back.

"I didn't kill him!" he shoves me back and I hit a tree. The helicopter is on the beach now, I  landing on the soft sand.

"Where are the other boys?" Jack looks at me concerned and starts frantically looking around. I look at him confused.

"They ran off, you don't remember? They were scared."

"Scared of what? The beastie?" he looks confused.

"You Jack, you are the beastie." I hear footsteps crunch on the ground, coming closer to us. He looks at me scared, my heart pounds, but I'm not scared of the footsteps, I'm scared of him. We hear a gasp and look over. A woman in a uniform is staring at the body, Piggy's body. But her gasp isn't just because he's dead, its because he doesn't even look like a body after what Jack did to him.

"Come with me please." A man gives us blankets and brings us to the helicopter. Jack is now crying but I wont look at him.

*End of Flashback*

I need to go find Jack. I sit up and go over to my computer. I press the power button and watch my screen light up. I hear a knock on my door but don't bother turning around.

"Who is it?" I call while typing 'Jack Merridew' into the Google search bar. My door opens and I look to see my mom coming in. She has tearstains on her cheeks and her eyes are red from crying.

"Are you okay?" That was a dumb question because I know she's not and I know I'm the reason she's crying. 

"You need to take your medication."  I ignore her and turn back to my computer screen. I look through all the links searching for any sign of the Jack I know. 

'Group of teen boys stranded on an island: only two found'

'Jack Merridew goes crazy, killing two boys while stranded on an island'

'Jack Merridew: patient at Briarcliff Manor'

That one sounds about right. I click it and my mom comes up to the screen. She quickly presses my power button. I spin around in my chair.

"What the hell was that for?!" I yell in her face, she steps back, calmly staring at me.

"You're not going to do this."

"Do what? You don't know what I'm doing." She sits on my bed and looks around my room like it's the first time she's looked at it.

"You're going to go find him." it wasn't a question, it was a statement. 

"I need to talk to him," I turn around, turning my screen back on. I click the address and print it out. As it's printing, my mom is talking, but I'm not paying attention. She finally gives up and walks out of my room. The address to the institute isn't far from here so I can walk. I put my coat on and shove the paper in my pocket and put my headphones on.

I leave the house without telling my mom because she knows what I was doing anyways. When I start walking down the street, I notice how early in the day it actually is. The sun is directly up in the sky. Piggy showed me how to tell what time it was in the day by where the sun is in the sky. Right now, it's about one in the afternoon.

*Flashback*

"You have to think of it like a clock." Piggy draws a clock in the sand. I just stare at the stick, not knowing where he's going with this.

"Are you even paying attention Ralph?" I nod at him.