The Lord of the Flies

I snuck away earlier and went to my hollow, I didn't get anything to drink before I left, and I was really thirsty. It was so quiet, so beautiful, and then Jack and his hunters showed up chasing a sow. They killed it right in the middle of the clearing, cut her throat, gutted her, decapitated her, and then stuck her head on a spear as an offering to the beast. The flies were quick to show up, covering the guts and swarming the face until it was all black. I came out of my hideout, and I swear that the head began to tell me things; it told me that I should run back to the group, but the head didn't stop there. It told me I was just a silly little boy, told me how everyone thinks I'm crazy, and asked if I was afraid. The Lord of the Flies also confirmed what I'd already believed, that the beast was really just us, was only inside of us. It threatened me, it got angry at me, and then my thirst overtook me and I fell into an episode; I hit the ground and my nose began to bleed.
I wasn't scared as it was all happening, but when I woke, I needed some answers: If the beast is only us, then what did the boys see on the mountain? Was it just my imagination? And what is happening down on the beach? I was beginning to get scared of what was on the mountain, but I had to know what was going on up there, and set everyone straight.
I climbed to the top of the mountain and I found the thing that had scared the boys, I found the thing they had so foolishly named the beast; it was a man. A dead man, but a man nonetheless. The flesh had rotted away from his nose and around his empty eye sockets, the lips were gone and I could see all of his teeth exposed to the elements. Then I found the reason that the figure seemed to sit up and look around and then sink again - the man had a parachute attached to him, and the lines were the only thing still holding the body together, as the lines were tangled in the rocks. The smell was awful, and I couldn't have felt sorrier for the poor man. How terrible a death to be smashed against rocks and left there, nobody know who or what you were, where you were, or even knowing that you were dead. I hope he didn't suffer and that his death was quick and painless.
I have to go now, his broken body is still up on the mountain, and I need to take him to the others so that they know what I discovered. I can hear them down by the beach, there must be a celebration going on at Jack's camp, I can't see Ralph's fire, so maybe he's there too. I really hope that this can help reunite the rest of the boys, and I really can't wait to finally get a drink of water.