Fallen from the Sky

Chapter 5

Luna

I don't want to get too involved with this whole love story. We've managed to get Harriet back to sleep and I'm scared. I'm scared for my life and I'm scared I'll lose all of my friends. It's like their using me. Using me as a tool to build shelter for everyone. I don't know why anyone would do that to Harriet, well, I know why I would do it to Harriet but that is irrelevant and it would only give me a motive. I bet Harriet would be able to work it out- she's obsessed with detectives.

But for now, I'm staring at the roof of the shelter, into the dark. I'm proud of this and for some reason we've only discussed being rescued twice. I mean, of course we all want to go home but this place, this island has a strange feeling of hope and happiness. Even when the attacks have happened. I didn't drown Josie in that pool. I felt someone brush against me when I was sinking but they rose before me and I don't know who it was. She showed no sign of being stabbed or cut, not that we heavily investigated the body. Corpses are not really my thing. I manage to make my eyes shut over my thoughts, I don't know how much hours I got but my sleep is plagued with nightmares as before.

When my eyes open I realise I'm slightly wet. No, not with sweat, something has got me wet. Is there a leak? I sit up suddenly and look at the ceiling, trying to find flaws in my shelter. But there is none. When I look outside it's bright with the sunlight and I can hear a strange noise coming from behind the shelter. I look back inside fleetingly. Everyone is inside, well, at least that's what my rapid glance tells me. I crawl out and stand outside, breathing in the smell of fresh fruit, juicy pineapples, fresh water. I turn towards the noise and slowly, silently peek around the corner of my logs. The noise stops for a second and then starts again. It reminds me of something- I don't know what.

I slowly look behind the shelter, all around me, trying to find the source of the strange noise. Then, I see it. Two figures deep into a kiss. I instantly look away and back away silently, scarred. Andrew and Harriet for sure. Just as I'm about to re-enter the shelter there's a piercing scream, a thud and a rapid sprint. I hurry back around and see Harriet, a knife slightly in her chest. I scream too as loud as I can without breaking my ears and there's instantly scuffling from inside the tent. Voices echo over each other as I hear figures running out of the shelter. This time, Harriet screams, but it's slightly weak. Everybody enters the clearing. Andrew, Alex, Courtney, Daisy and Jazz all looking extremely flustered. When they see Harriet Andrew's eyes literally flutters and he falls sideways. Daisy dives to catch him and he wakes, breathing heavily.

Harriet goes to pull the knife out but I hold her hand. "No." I say. "No. Keep it in for now, to try and stop the blood." But I can tell Harriet is freaking out about my suggestion.

"Who was it?" I ask. "Who?" Harriet looks around at everyone and says.

"I think it was a boy, I thought it was Andrew and I kissed him- well, it can't have been him because he wouldn't of put a knife in my chest." She is truly freaking out now.

"I- I had my eyes shut I don't know who it was and then I felt this pain and I screamed and I heard running before I collapsed-" I hold my hand over her mouth to silence her. Her breathing slowly relaxes to a normal pace.

"Is this fatal?" She asks.

"No, I don't think it's deep enough. Still keep it in it might be stopping your body from freaking out." My own fear is showing in my voice now.

"Just try to relax and..." But the world is spinning now and I can't get my words out. "Just..." I say as I feel my legs tumble beneath me. "Don't panic..." I can barely hear my own voice and I barely register me falling unconscious.

When I wake, I'm in the shelter, next to a sleeping Harriet. Everything is distant and slightly hazy. As I look around, I see we're left alone, apart from Alex. Then, I remember the events. I sit up and look at Harriet's chest. The blade is out- but it's moving steadily. There's a stain of blood on her shirt. Her face is still bleeding slightly and it's pale. I want to wake her and bombard her with questions but I can feel myself being pushed back down by Alex.