blog 9- Murder

As I sat under the palm tree, looking at the phosphorescent water, I though about poor old Simon. Even though I told Ralph it was an accident, deep inside I knew that it was a murder. We were all dancing in a circle to keep the storm away, and then suddenly we heard something fall out of the bushes. We didn't even stop to see if we were right, we just automatically thought it was the beast. We all started to claw and scratch him with our nails, bite him with our sharp teeth and he felt stifled with no way out. Everyone was smothered in blood. I start to shudder every time I think about it.

"It was a murder"Ralph said quietly.

"No it wasn't a murder, it was an accident" I said.

Even though I said that, I didn't really believe what I said. I know it was dark and there was a storm but that probably wouldn't stop Jack. 

As I heard a voice say "Piggy, Piggy" I got up. The first thing that came to my mind was that it was the beast. " Piggy, come here Piggy". I couldn't breathe. My asthma started to get worse. I would breathe as hard as I could in but it did work. My lungs felt like they were clogged. The beast had come for me.  Three bodies came in to the shelter and even though I knew it wasn't the beast anymore my asthma wouldn't stop. I gesticulated by putting my hand over my throat. I was trying to tell Ralph that I was having my asthma attack and I couldn't breathe but since it was dark, I was no use. 

I couldn't see but I could hear that people were fighting. Then it sounded like it had stopped. 

I started to get up to go to see what had happened. I reached for my glasses but is all I felt was sand. "Who took my glasses?"