Fly High Simon
The night after they killed Simon, all I could think about was how scared he must’ve been. Yeah, he was scary with that pig head on him, and yeah, he shouldn’t have scared us like that, and he had it coming, but they went too far. Poor Simon was just as scared as we were. We were only protecting ourselves, right? We didn’t know it was him until after. After all the kicking, blood, groans, and growls. Piggy says we didn’t do it. It was an accident, he had it coming, he said. Yeah, right, fatty; nothing about that was accidental. They all beat him up not only because he startled us all, but because they wanted to. They were just waiting for the perfect moment to hurt something, to kill something, and steal the life from its eyes. But I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I am never going to become one of those savages. If I do, so help me, God.
