Roses are red, violets are blue - me no own, so you no sue.

Another Perspective

Why aren't I happy??

The conch is gone, the fat oaf is dead, I'm chief. This is my tribe, my people, my island. Everyone's looking up to me. I'm the leader, I'm the king. I'm everything. I've got everything I wanted. All I have to do is get rid of Ralph and I'll be completely in charge. They all follow me. They're mine. The whole island is mine.

So why aren't I jumping for joy??

(because Ralph isn't mine)

Right from the start, I wanted to be the leader. I wanted the conch. I wanted them to listen to me. I wanted them to notice me.

(I wanted Ralph to notice me)

I didn't try to make it work. Who needs stupid rules?? But Ralph loves rules. Why couldn't he stop being so uptight and just have a little fun with

(me)

us. Why can't he just join me?? Why doesn't he want to be with me?? I wanted him to like me. I tried to impress him with my leadership and my hunting skills. I mean, who wouldn't be impressed with that?? I'd be impressed if he did it.

(sweaty from the chase, smiley-eyed from his conquest – who could resist him?? maybe that's my excuse for how I feel he's just too damn irresistible he shouldn't walk around all soulful dark eyes and ruffled curls if he doesn't want my attention)

Forget him. Forget him.

Who am I kidding?? Certainly not myself. I wish he were here. I wish he would hunt with us. I didn't mean for it to end like this, with Simon and Piggy's blood on my hands, me sitting here disgusted with myself and Ralph crying somewhere in the dark, far away from me, and nobody coming to comfort him.

I can't mess this up. They all think I hate him and want him dead. If I went to find him, bring him back, mend his shattered soul and make everything all right again, they'll all stop seeing me as a leader. I don't want that to happen.

It's just a question of who I need more. Them, or Ralph?? I've been think of nothing else for
the last two hours. I'm sorry I killed Simon. I'm sorry I killed Piggy. I wish someone could make this descision for me. I can't get the image of Ralph crying in the dark out of my head. Turn the clock back for me. Turn it back to the moment Simon's life leaked away from him. And then everything will be all right. I'll make it happen. I'll make it all right. I'll mend it.

(I'll mend Ralph's heart – I'll give him mine)

I know what everyone thinks of me. They look at me and they think aggressive, savage, cruel, vicious, brutal. I guess I really am like that. I wish I wasn't. Piggy's dead. And Simon's dead. Two more reasons to stray away. Two more reasons to hate myself. Two more reasons to work harder at being The Chief. I'm a murderer. The word sears itself into my brain. That's why I shout and scream, and hate everything to block it out, chase it away. It doesn't work. I still wake up screaming, reaching out in the dark for

(Ralph)

someone. I can cry to nobody. Nobody is there. I hate myself.
I wish Ralph were here. GOD I wish he was here. I wish I hadn't been so awful. I wish he didn't hate me. I wish I could start again, make it happen all over again. This time with Ralph

(loving me, like I love him)

on my side. I realise I've been muttering to myself. Samneric are peering over at me like I've suddenly grown an extra head or something. Oh, please don't let them have heard what I said about Ralph.

"What do we do now, Chief??" says Samneric.

My head spins with images of Ralph. He makes my heart stop. He makes me

(live)

crazy. Which is possibly the reason for what I do next. In my delirium of thoughts of

(beloved)

Ralph, I make the final, fatal choice.

"Now we kill him."