Your Version Lord of the Flies

Lord of the Flies Ending "Your Version"
Ralph laid on the sand facing up at the dark clouds of smoke. His mum and dad flashed in his head and remembered how much he needed them, but he was sure he'd never see them again, or even see tomorrow again. His eyes slowly shutting. Slowly like his breath that started to vanish every second more and more. The burning air from the flames clad his injured skin making it worse and worse by the second. The ashes fell on his cheek like a blanket putting him to sleep, forever. He thought this was his last sight, the red and orange savages burning down what used to be the assemblage of all sorts of trees acting as one forest, but it was almost all gone. Only a mater of seconds.
Ralph was about to give up on his breath, until he saw a black shadow much taller than him, like an adult, a man, but his eyes then shut. He felt a pair of arms lift him off the ground, and then he heard a low voice come from the man. "He's alive sir! Your son is alive!" Ralph kept on reminding himself that he was dreaming. As the man started to walk, the sound of a helicopters blade slicing through the air and then nothing else. No sounds, no sight, no smell, no nothing.

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Impatient he waited in the emergency room. His son was finally back after going through God knows what. Tapping his heal on the floor, wanting to see when the doctor would show up and say if he could go see Ralph. He moved his arm to the seat next to him and wrapped his arm around his wife. "He's going to be okay. He's going to be okay" Alfred looked at her in the eyes, but he meant it more for himself. He then looked away from her and repeated the it again but in a lower voice, "He's going to be okay."
"I know he is, Alfred. Do you?" he heard her sweet, soft voice next to his ear.
"Yeah, I ... I think so too." he smiled at those words. He looked at her again. She was biting her lip, clawing her nails on her knee and tapping her heal on the floor as well. He noticed tears flowing down her cheek. She seemed to cry not of sadness but of joy that her son was alive, and that she would see him speak again, smile again.
Suddenly a tall, slim man walked through the door wearing a white coat. The couple both stood up at the same time. Their heart beat raced, then the doctor said what they've both been waiting for, "You can go and see your son now." and he addressed the parents with his hand to follow him, and so they did. Alfred's pace kept speeding up like his breath. He could barely noticed, but his wife started clawing his hand as she had done with her knee before. As the man opened a door, the father and mother barged in and saw their son laying on the bed. Ralph just stared at the roof with pain shown all over his eyes. He seemed to not noticed the abrupt entrance of his parents. He just looked at the ceiling and his mind flashing back at all the horrors he experienced.
Now, not only was the mother crying but also Alfred. Tears burster out of his eyes as they both said their son's name, "Ralph..." Ralph blinked twice and turned his head to see that both his mum and dad where standing right at the door. He couldn't help it but to cry as well.
"Mum, Dad?" his grimace seemed to have gone away now, and all the wounds seemed to not be felt anymore. They both raced towards him, and wrapped their arms around Ralph. He was back home, were he belonged. No island, no Jack, no Roger, no beast. Just him and the warmth of his parents.
"We missed you so much." she said with a broken voice. Ralph hugged his parents not wanting to ever let go, but he though that would be impossible, because either way his dad would leave for a battle on some ordinary, unexpected day.

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Alfred sat on the border of the bed that Ralph was laying on for the past three days now. He stoke his hair behind his ears. "You have to get a haircut, Son."
Ralph looked up at him and spoke, "you have to get a haircut as well, Dad. Isn't it that your hair has to be short for the Navy?" Ralph asked in disappointment.
Alfred shook his head and smiled a bit. "I'm not in the Navy anymore. My last mission was to look for you."
"why?" Ralph asked.
"Well, the main reason why we almost lost you was because of the war. I felt how it was not having part of my family with me for almost four months, and you never know if you'll ever see them again. I now know how you feel whenever I go." Alfred now seemed to be looking at the door, but he was just staring back into those times.
"Thanks, Dad," Ralph smiled and looked at his father, "I couldn't ask for anything better in my life." his voice started to break up, and again his tears of joy flowing down his eyes. His arms wrapped around his father and now he knew it would be forever.

Rationale
This "Your Version" is written this way to show the allegory in the story. It shows the ending of World War (ii). When the war ended, everyone was back with there families and there was peace again. Maybe the scars were still there, but it was all over now. When Ralph was remembering the thing that happened in the island, it shows that the scars are still present, and when the father quit the Navy, it shows the reunion of the families. The story was also written this way to make the allegory easier to understand when the dad actually mentions that he almost lost his son because of the war.