13th Chapter, Lord of the Flies

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A siren screamed loudly. All the boys were going on board, wind gusting through their tangled, dirty hair. Their faces, covered with dry tears, were pondering on how it was possible that they were once refined British boys. Realizing the truth, that they were transformed into savage beasts on their own will, brought more mourning from Ralph.

“It's not that bad, Ralph.”

“Yes it is Jack, and you know it! How could we become what we are? How could we become murderers?”

Jack opened his mouth to speak, but there was something stopping him. Something that told him that Ralph might be right. Percival was wailing as loudly as he could, as if he were calling out to the gods to make his bad memories disappear. Everyone wanted to forget the island burnt by fire.

“You know Ralph,-”

“it's already over-”

“so just forgive-”

“and forget.”

“How could I forget the way we killed Simon? How Roger killed Piggy?The way everyone had forgotten about the conch and the rules? Even you had joined Jack's side. You don't forget things like that, you don't forget the first time you've...killed.”

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“But Ralph, it was-”

“an accident!”

Ralph stared out into the ocean, remembering everything. The first pig they killed. The first fire they started. The first calling of the conch.

“There's no way it was an accident.”

“Ralph, you're not going to get anywhere by beating yourself up.”, Jack said.

“I don't care! This whole island life was a disaster because of you and your hunting!”

“But-”

“Who was the one that was trying to kill me? All of you, and you know it!”

Jack suddenly realized what had happened. He was the beast on the island. He was the ...

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