Blog 14 - Revisions of Blog 9 - Murder

As I sat under the palm tree, looking at the
phosphorescent water, I thought 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 didn’t 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, It 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?".