Epilogue To William Golding's Lord Of The Flies

The room was small, with padded walls almost like pillows. There weren't any windows, only one door. Many people had come in and out of the room, but this man had stayed the longest. Scratches ran up the walls, blood lined each one. This was were the man had spent sleepless nights trying to claw his way out of the Now he sat in he center of the room, his hands in his lap, as he mumbled foreign words under his breath. He stared down at his hands, unblinking. The door creaks open and in stepped a woman in scrubs, she reached the man and took his hand. His mumbling immediately stopped, but he never looked up, he never looked into the eyes of the woman. "Simon?" She looked around the room, to the walls where his scratches still shown deep and

At the sight of the man, the person at the door shut it quietly. Simon moved to his hands and knees, crawling past the woman to the door. He stood up on both feet and began to paw at the tearing fabric of the pads. "Simon," the woman said,"are you alright?" She didn't expect Simon to answer her. No matter how many times she would ask, he would never answer her. He turned to look at her. "Mother doesn't love me anymore," he said. Her eyebrows knitted together as she stared at him, confused and shocked. "What do you mean? Of course she does, we're all just going through a hard time right now, Simon, everything is fine, we are all fine." She reassured him, giving him a pat on the arm. He stared at her. "No," he said. "No. You don't understand. You don't know what I've done. You don't know why I'm here." She stared at him. "Well of course I do. You're here because you need help." "Help," he repeated. His eyes lit up at the statement. "Yes, yes. I need help." He took a step toward her, reaching out for her hand. "Help me. Help me get out of this place." The woman ripped her hand away. "Simon, what's wrong with you?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. "You've never acted like this

He ran through the door after her. He escaped. Now all of Pennsylvania was in danger, for the Entertainer was loose. He was out of his cage, and he was angrier than ever before.

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Weeks had gone by since his escape, and three people have been reported missing. The odd part is, the people that were kidnapped worked in entertainment themselves. Now, no one really knows what happened to the Entertainer. No one knows his story. As most of the stories go, it all started when he was a child and it changed his life forever. Everyone was different from that moment forward. His view on life and the world were both different. He was different. It all began when he was only ten years old. It was his birthday, and what is a birthday without entertainment. His mother thought it would be good to invite over a clown. Clowns were fun and enjoyable, but Simon didn't like the idea. He had a fear of clowns. His friends didn't know this of course and made fun of him when he immediately disagreed. They wanted him to prove to them that he wasn't scared, that he wasn't a "wimp". "Come on, Simon. Stop being such a baby it's only a clown," one said. "Yeah, you can't go wrong with a clown. You scared its gonna try to kill