Blog 14-Revision of blog #8- Why me?

Why me? Why did I have to get corrupted? Why me? Why did I have to go tell the guys that the beast was a fake? Why me? Why did I get attacked, bit and scratched to death? But the real question is WHY US? If it wasn't for the plane crash I wouldn't be sitting here saying why me, why me. Well I think it was a sign maybe it was time for me to go. Maybe it was a stupid mistake, but now nobody would ever know.

When I saw the pig talk to me, right there I knew that something was going to happen to me, but I didn't know when, or how. I just had to be ready. After the lord of the flies said what is had to say and when I fainted then woke back up it dawned on me on what I had to do, I had to see what was really up there on top of the hill. Why I really wanted to do that is because I didn't know really what was up there. I started to walk up there in a steadfast pace. When I reached to top of the cliff I saw this thing, the wind was blowing it all around. I went up to it and I saw that it was a dead parachutist. Then I realized that the beast wasn't real. I started to go back down the hill to tell the guys but then I fell and fainted.

I got back up and it was dark, I remembered what I was going to do so I started down hill again. I noticed that they moved there fire. They was doing a wired dance was singing “Kill the beast, Cut his throat, Spill his blood” and I realized that it used to be kill the pig and not kill the beast. Rain started to trickle on my back. I Started to tremulous it was cold and I was scared just like all of the other boys, it felted like I lost my hearing because I couldn't here anything. They stopped dancing and then ran towards me. I got my hearing back as the scratched, bit and stab me. It was so pain full and it hurt so bad. Right before I died, I thought about the lord of the flies and what it said to me, and I knew that, that was my time. But I still ask why me, why now?