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Lord of the Flies coursework Chapter 13 Ralph lay motionlessly in his cold dorm room bed. His whole body was numb from head to toe with pain and fear. On the outside he had been re transformed into the regular, well-presented schoolboy that he had once been. He was clean, his hair was neatly combed back and his wounds had healed. Despite all this, it didn't change the fact that his memories of the island were still as clear and concise as the day he'd left. It had happened once again in the early hours of the morning, he had had another flashback, the type that sliced through him to the pit of his stomach and left him unable to regain sleep.

He slowly closed his eyes from the aching memories, in an attempt to shield himself from the hurt, but he could still hear the crackling of the fire, smell the cooking feast and see the grinning decomposed head. After Ralph had returned home to his cottage in Dartmoor his parents felt that it was best if he was sent away to boarding school. They said that it would be a new start for Ralph to make new friends, but deep down Ralph new that they couldn't stand the humiliation. The strange looks people would give his mother when she was out shopping, the fact that their own neighbours gossiped about them freely over the garden fence, not caring if Ralph or his parents heard. It was all too much for them and the only that way people would forget was by hiding Ralph away for as long as they needed to.

As Ralph buried his face into his pillow he remembered the devastation he felt when his parents broke the news to him. He'd spent the last four months stranded on an unknown island with only the beast and the evil that hid masked behind it and all the while he had been on his own, without his parents or any other adults, but all the while he had prayed for the day that he would be in the safe and warm clutches of his home. Now he was miles away from his home, feeling just as isolated as he had whilst on the island. Heavy footsteps thudding along the corridor and stopping in front of Ralph's door tore Ralph's thoughts away from the island and brought him back to the reality of what his visitor had in store for him. Sure enough, after a firm knock the door opened and in walked Dr Zuckerman, Ralph's doctor, who was going to help him with his flashbacks to be precise. That was what his mother had said the last time he had spoken to her, but that had been weeks ago and Ralph thought that she'd dismissed the idea but a few days ago Ralph had had his first encounter with Dr Zuckerman.

He didn't have the energy or authority to object to seeing Dr Zuckerman, with his flaming orange hair, wide moon shaped glasses and tall ganguly frame and so instead of causing a scene, Ralph obediently heaved his body from off his bed and followed Dr Zuckerman down the corridor to his office. He realised that they hadn't properly spoken yet and wondered how successful his session with him would be if they weren't even conversing. As they walked into a dark dimly lit room it hit Ralph how Dr Zuckerman held a significantly older resemblance to Jack and Ralph new that he would never be able wipe Jack's image from his mind. "Pl please,'s sit down", stuttered Dr Zuckerman, motioning to a seat. As Ralph sat down he knew that the days sun had gone down from the sound of the rain drumming gently against the roof and as he squinted around the room he could see shadows being cast threateningly onto the bare walls".

So Ralph, h how are things g going lately? St still having anymore flashbacks?" asked the doctor in a nonchalant tone. Anger started to boil within Ralph as he thought how the cold and peculiar room, with the even more peculiar doctor who irritatingly reminded him of Jack, was the last place he wanted to be". I don't really feel like talkin'", said Ralph through gritted as he dug his hands into his pockets, grasping onto the gleaming penknife, which his father had given him before he'd been sent away. He absentmindedly fingered the penknife, feeling the smooth metal rub between his fingers. The doctor took off his glasses whilst sighing and rubbing them against his sleeve.

The rooms subdued light spread across his freckly face and highlighted the lines on his forehead, making him look slightly older". L look Ralph, the only way you " re going t to overcome this prob problem of yours is b by talking about it. I'm I'm sh sure I can help you... I h heard ab about the the two b boys who died whilst y you wer were on the island, you m must th think about...

"No, you don't understand", interrupted Ralph sharply. "You can't help me, just like nobody could help Simon or Piggy... Now they " re gone and it's all my fault. Merri dew made sure everyone knew it was my fault and there's nothin' that you or anyone else can do to make me forget about it".

As Ralph looked away from Dr Zuckerman he could consciously hear the rain now pounding against the roof above him. He could feel the blood running in his veins go straight up to his brain, which was now pulsating in time to the rain, making his head swirl. His stomach started to churn and he tightly gripped the penknife, which lay in his aching hand. In the back of his mind he knew that it was happening again and he could faintly hear the sound of Dr Zuckerman's voice calling his name but the sensation running through him was too much and it overpowered the need to get back to reality. The sound of the chanting began, rushing through his ears and up to his brain. He felt paralysed and choked in the darkness but could vaguely see the horseshoe shape with the figure standing on the outside.

The litt luns screamed as Ralph thrashed blindly in front of him. The great wind blew in his face, almost knocking him sideways, and the rain exploded all around him. He felt his fingers dig into something soft and fleshy and he pushed and squeezed it away from him. "Kill the beast!

Cut his throat! Spill his blood!" The noise surrounding Ralph was unbearable. The thing in front of Ralph was now crouching on the floor with its hands covering its face, and Ralph decided it must be the beast. Ralph could still feel his penknife in his hand and instinctively he opened it to the sharpest blade and repeatedly plunged it down towards the beast, making sure that it was motionless before he stopped. Relief flooded Ralph's brain and as he stepped backwards and looked around the room that was being filled with bright light he realized that the rain had ceased and the sun was re-emerging. As he looked down he saw that his penknife was covered in crimson coloured blood, which had spread onto his hands and left a trail until it got to something in a white jacket lying on the floor.

Realization hit Ralph as he remembered what had happened to him. He had had yet another flashback but this time it had been the worse that it's ever been, and now Dr Zuckerman was lying unconscious on the floor with his glasses positioned broken beside him. Ralph walked over to Dr Zuckerman and held his breath as he slowly turned him over so that his face was visible. He inhaled sharply as he saw how Dr Zuckerman's skin was slashed deeply from his waist to his face, soaking his clothes in thick blood. As he looked down at his crimson hands, he saw the glinting penknife's blade from the corner of his eye. He understood what he had to do, it had gone too far but now it would all be over.

No more flashbacks or nightmares about the island or the beast. With one easy motion Ralph thrust the blade into his chest and fell backwards towards the broken glasses.