Monologue Lord Of The Flies

It’s been 6 years since I got back from that dreaded island. I turned 18 yesterday and somehow I still see the dead every day in my sleep. I think about how I could have saved them. I could have taken the knives for Simon, I’d have been better off dead than he. And Piggy… he had always been my best friend on that island… I had always taken him for granted. I could have pushed him out of the way! I could have done something. But it’s too late now. I’m sure everyone has forgotten by now… I heard that Sam and Eric ran away from home less than a month after the boat got back to England, and nobody’s heard from Jack since. Roger dropped out of school and ran away to America, nobody knows why. And little Percival, his family struck it rich soon after he returned. Then they were killed, nobody knows how but little Percival got it all and donated it to hospitals and more importantly, the families of Simon and Piggy. The Queen herself knighted him for it. It was all over the
In my backyard and they still stand today, one for Simon, and one for Piggy, on top of Piggy’s rest his mangled broken specs. I visit them every day and remind myself of the great kids they were. I got a letter from the University of Cambridge in the mail, saying I had been offered a full scholarship. Sometimes I wonder if I deserve the life I’ve been given. Or if I just get these things because I’m one of “the boys who lived.” One of the brave boys who made it on the island, who survived. But I didn’t “survive”, and if I did, I’m certainly no better for it. I have been diagnosed with PTSD, I am triggered by any sight of fire, and I rarely speak. I hate talking about the island, and I push away those who bring it up. It has become unbearable. And this is why I have taken my own life. I’m sorry to those I