The Island

The End

I had woke up the next morning half expecting Piggy to be there beside us in our hut, but his usual snore was gone, and his spot was empty. Ralph's arms were wrapped around me and I peered up at his sleeping face. There were bags under his eyes, despite him getting enough sleep. We were both drained and exhausted, and I wished we could stay in this moment forever.

Unfortunately, nothing has ever gone my way since I got to this island, and the scent of smoke overpowered my senses. I took a moment to think about why I would be smelling smoke before realizing that Jack had set the forest on fire. I shook Ralph awake quickly. He looked around, confused, for a moment before smelling the smoke and quickly crawling out of the hut.

We looked around, watching as the green trees were engulfed into flames, burning black and creating massive clouds of smoke that overtook our senses.

"What do we do? Where do we go?" I asked quickly, beginning to panic. The fire was growing, but I knew if we stayed where we were Jack and his gang would get us. I could no longer trust anyone, not even Roger, who had promised not to hurt me again.

"We need to hide, come on!" Ralph grasped my hand tightly as we ran through a part of the forest that hadn't been engulfed in flames. He found a fallen tree and slid the two of us under it. I could still smell the smoke, but the flames weren't too close yet, so we would be able to hide for awhile before having to leave.

As we waited, I could hear voices getting louder and louder as Jack and a few other boys approached our hiding spot. We crouched as far back as we could, and Jack walked right past us.

I froze as I watched the twins, Sam n' Erik turn towards us. We made direct eye contact and Ralph mouthed something to them.

"Sam n' Erik, do you see anything?" Jack called to them. I prayed they wouldn't blow our cover.

"No," Sam said.

"Nothing." Sam n' Erik said in unison, looking towards us again before walking away.

"That bitch. I hope she burns." I heard Jack faintly. Ralph stiffened beside me and I could tell he was angry at Jack's comment. I could feel the anger and adrenaline coursing through my veins and I turned towards Ralph, looking him in his big brown eyes.

"Ralph, I'm going out there. I can't sit here and play cat and mouse with them. I have to defend myself. I'm not going down without a fight." Ralph tried to protest, but I grasped his face and kissed him hard before sliding out of our hiding spot.

I walked towards the voices until I could see Jack. His back was facing me, but there were a few other boys who spotted me. Their mouths gaped as they pointed at me. Jack turned to face me, a confused expression on his face. I was terrified, but I refused to admit it. I knew what Jack was capable of, and now that he had a weapon and fire in his control, I was rendered powerless. He could kill me, and I wasn't ready.

"After everything, now?" I spoke. My voice wavered slightly and I hoped he hadn't noticed it. I wouldn't let him know I was afraid. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "You had so many chances. You just had to weed us out, didn't you? You're smarter than you look, Jack Merridew." Jack gaped at me. His stick was held, ready for attack. He knew that I could lunge at any moment and gain advantage, but I stood my ground, strong, yet powerless. "So what's your plan now? You have me right where you want me. You can strike at any moment and the only thing I can do is run. Are you really ready to kill me? Do you think it's the right thing to do? Because if it is, by all means, come at me." Jack wouldn't say anything. I grew agitated. I wanted him to fight back. I was itching for a fight.

"You answer me Jack Merridew! Fucking say something!" I began yelling, wishing he would yell back. "After everything we did; after everything we've been through! You can't just say you don't fucking care about me anymore! Say something you jackass!" I was screaming now, my voce going hoarse. Ralph came up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. Jack looked at the two of us, taking in how comfortable we were together, and something in his eyes flickered.

Letting out an animalistic screech, he charged. It was almost as if had happened in slow motion. Ralph grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Jack and his gang, who were running towards us, spears up and ready.

We ran as fast as we could through the burning forest, avoiding hot spots and jumping around fallen trees. We finally reached the beach, and the two of us thrust ourselves onto the sand, panting hard. This was it, Jack was going to get us and we were going to die.

I could hear the yells from Jack's gang grow closer as they ran onto the beach. Jack, however, stopped in his tracks, nearly knocking over the boys coming in behind him. He stared ahead of him, pure shock all over his face. I looked at him, confused as to why he was so shocked, before turning the other way.

Standing directly in front of Ralph and I was a pilot. A confused pilot. Behind him were multiple helicopters and other pilots. I could hear the boys crying. Small to large, they all wept, fat tears rolling down their dirty faces. Beside me, I could feel Ralph shaking with tears running down his face, and I, too, began to cry. This was it, we were getting rescued.

"What're you guys doing?" The pilot asked. His face softened as he noticed every single one of us were crying. He urged us onto helicopters, and I clung to Ralph's arm so I could stay with him.

I wasn't scared to fly. I thought I would be, considering it was flying that had made us come to the island, but I wasn't afraid. I was more afraid of the island. As we took off I watched the island grow smaller and smaller. It was a melancholy feeling, in a way. I had so many good, bad, and sad memories there. I hadn't a clue how long we had been there, or what month, day, or year it was. I had been completely cut off from the real world, and I was scared to think of what would come next.

Ralph and I were wrapped in a blanket, cuddled together. Roger and Jack were also in the helicopter with us, but they were too shaken up to even look at us. I cuddled closer to Ralph, taking in his body heat and praying that we wouldn't be separated once we got back home.

"Ralph," I spoke so soft I could hardly hear myself. He hummed in response. "I don't ever want to go back to that island." He silently agreed and kissed my forehead, mumbling that he loved me. "Ralph," I repeated. He hummed again. "I love you."

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So that's it... or is it?? I'm gonna do an epilogue, just in case anyone was wondering. I planned it so it would be really cute, but I think it'll be quite short. No longer than 1000 words I'm thinking.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It made me kind of sad to write it because it's the last one I'm writing about them all on the island.

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