Written for the fourth challenge at the Lord of the Flies Writing Challenges forum.

Prompt: write about a character you're not used to.

This is Piggy.

Nobody listens to me. Nobody ever listens to me. When I told them we needed a meeting, they only had one when Ralph said it was a good idea. When I said we needed rules, they only agreed when Ralph did. Always agreeing with Ralph, or worse – Jack. But not me. Never me.

When I said we need to go up to where they are, we need to get the fire back, we need to get my glasses back, they only decided it was a good idea when Ralph said yes, we do, We will, we'll go up there and get the fire – and your glasses – back, and we'll teach them a lesson if we need to. He said we need spears, but I told him, when has any of us carried spears? but he didn't listen to that, and neither did anyone else.

We went up to their camp then. Castle Rock they called it. I didn't like it there. It wasn't right. It wasn't proper, the way they just yelled and danced and killed. But I didn't say anything then. I think maybe if I had, if only they had heard me for once, none of that stuff would have happened.

But I didn't say anything, and up, up, up we went to meet the savages. Ralph had to lead me like a dog. Blind and useless. I know that's what they thought. And at that point, it was probably true.

Ralph deposited me somewhere in the middle of that cliff while the rest of them kept going up, up, up to meet the savages.

Things were happening there, I could hear voices, though I couldn't tell which belonged to which beyond Ralph and Jack, because I was so used to hearing them shouting by now.

It got to the point that I couldn't stand it anymore. I tried feeling my way up, up, up to meet them, but I couldn't do it. So I spoke.

Why did I think they would listen? Why, when they never had before?

But I spoke anyway. Louder and angrier and more meaningfully than I ever had before. And I thought, for a moment, that I sounded just like Ralph, and maybe they would listen to me.

I think they did listen, just for a minute there. Just for a minute, they really heard me. There was complete silence except for some creaking. I didn't know what that was. But everything creaks on the island, so I wasn't concerned.

They heard me, just for a bit, I'm certain of it.

But then I was drowned out again, and the creaking got louder, louder, louder, but I didn't stop talking, because maybe someone, someone, could still hear me, was still listening.

I didn't stop shouting until I was hit by something, and I yelled Ralph! Ralph! because maybe then they would hear me, but I don't know if they did, because by then I was going down, down, down to meet the ocean and I couldn't be heard there, even if I wanted to be.

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