Changes // Toni Shalifoe (DISCONTINUED)

2:12

I keep running. Ignoring my burning chest and clutching the ring in my hand. It's only when my body is about to collapse from exhaustion that I stop to catch my breath. I rest my hands on my knees as my body leans over. I take deep breaths, letting myself drop and lean against the tree. 

The conversation rings in my head and I can't help but feel sort of empty.

I take off Allie's sunshine necklace from my neck, looking down at it, twirling it as the conversation plays in my head over and over again. Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy. 

"Crazy." I mutter, I pull out the tape recorder"Maybe I am." I whisper. 

I press the play button again, It's day 22, it think, I fast forward it, If you see her getting worse, Pull. Us. Out. I rewind, Pull. Us. Out. I rewind Pull. Us. Out.

"Not crazy," I mutter, "Someone can save us. They put us here."

I pull myself up, wiping my tears away and breath deeply. I let myself take one more deep breath before I begin to walk forward. My head stays down as I focus on moving my feet step by step. I reach exactly where I had in mind.

Where it all begin. 

The beach where we all turned up only 46 days ago. 

Nora's tape recorder mentioned cameras, so there has to be some somewhere. I start with the rocks. If there are cameras, they won't be in plain sight. I roam my hands along the rocks. Looking for indents and any place for a camera.

I look around and sigh, "There's too much space. Too much area to cover." I don't give up as I walk around, continue to find indents and any possible spot for cameras, "I'm not giving up, Toni. I'm getting us off of here to help Martha."

I let out a frustrated sigh as I look for the cameras, "Where the fuck are you?" I scream slightly, slamming my hand against the rock and hissing at the pain. Fucking idiot.  I pull out the map, try to find anything. If I had the journal, I could have more information.

My body deflates when I don't know what to do, "How do I get your attention, Gretchen Klein?" I sigh, "If you put us on here."

Right at that moment, a snapping sound comes from behind me. I jump up, turning around with wide eyes. But, there's no one there. I try to look for Fatin, Shelby, Dot, Rachel, Toni. Hell, even Martha. I look around, deflating when I don't see one of them. 

I go more into the forest, closer to the snap. Every bone in my body tells me to run, but I need to figure this out. 

For Toni. For Martha. For all of them.

When another snap comes from behind me, I jump and turn around. My eyes widen when I see who it is, "H-how?" I question when I make eye contact with the on... The guy from the plane. The one who gave us cake. 

My eyes rake his body. Unlike me, he's perfectly clean. There's no scratches on him. No sign of starvation, struggle. He looks just like he did the day of the plane crash.

Except his clothes are different.

"Don't mov-" He doesn't finish his sentence before I took off running. I start to run back to camp. My heart rate high as I try to run as fast as I can. 

"TONI! TONI!" I scream as I keep running, "RACHEL! SHELBY! DOT! FATIN!" I scream and hope one of them can hear me, hoping that I'm not too far, "ANYONE!"

"EMMA!" I hear my name, but it's not from one of the girls. It's from the man. I turn around and widen my eyes. 

He knew my name.