Castaways

15::Hannah & the Enigma

October 19 10:56 PM

I immediately regretted my decision. What was I thinking? That I could just run along in some tropical forest by myself at night with some crazy lady who wants to kill me? I think I've officially lost my sanity.

I heard him yell out afterwards, but I was so blinded by anger and rage I ignored him. I certainly don't need him and his moodiness. I have enough to worry about. Like the fact I've had cramps and my time of the month is coming and I have nothing. Or maybe the fact that my leg and arm pit hair are so long I could be classified as a gorilla. My teeth feel disgusting to me, I've lost a lot of weight because of lack of food and protein, and my only sense of hope is slipping through my frail fingers.

Andrew doesn't get it. Ever since we've been on this island I've considered us to be a team. It's him and I. Me and him. I'm stranded with him, and he's stranded with me. If I get off this island, I will definitely make sure he does. But apparently I've been selfish. He had no reason to flip out at me.

I was so angry I hadn't realized I'd ran all the way back to our old camp. The remains of our supplies laid in charred black and white ashes that occasionally blew around. The boats structure had completely collapsed into the hole beneath it, so there was now a big hole of burnt wood. I grunted in anger. Andrew and his stupid holes. What's with him and holes? I can understand why he dug the hole with the boat, but why again at the new camp?

Forget him, I told myself. He isn't worth it. I decided I needed to cool down if I wanted to think rationally, so I stripped off my shirt and shorts and dashed in the water. It was one of those daring moments, because I knew the water was freezing yet I felt the need to keep running. I hurtled over the waves, and as soon as I saw a chance I dove underwater.

I was used to swimming in the ocean with Quinn, who is a total beach babe. She loves to surf, and when Adam and I were dating I made Quinn give him lessons. He picked up on it perfectly. I always assumed it was because he was athletic and used his football hand-eye-feet coordination, but later I learned he already knew how to surf. He just wanted to spend more time with me.

I stood up, pushing back my hair and wiping off the excess water on my face. The cold air whipped at my exposed skin, and I shivered at the contact. The water was so refreshing I smiled. It's one of those moments that are so small, yet they make you happy. The water reminds me of home, and home is where I want to be.

After swimming for quite some time, I decided to get out. Trucking through the wet sand, I headed towards the pile of clothes I left, except when I didn't find them I panicked. I know I left them here by the tree. Where did they go?

The wind picked up, and my wet body didn't appreciate it. I hugged my chest, as if that would provide some sort of warmth. I know for a fact that I sat my clothes right here. Where could they just disappear to? Unless...

My face must've shown it all, because next thing you know I hear cackling. I shrieked in fear and scrambled backwards. Out of the dark shadows, I was able to make out a silhouette thanks to the moonlight.

"Andrew, this isn't funny you jack as-"

"I'm not Andrew," her croaky voice said. "But I'm sure you wished I was, what with you dressed like that."

I guess I should have been scared, but my anger from earlier returned, and I snapped. "I wouldn't be dressed like this if it weren't for you."

"Mhmm, I'm sure," she laughed, and I could imagine her smirking, showing off her yellow/brown teeth that desperately need to be cleaned. I'm sure if I looked closer I would see bugs crawling like the Grinch. "You two have been basically flirting with each other. It's annoying to watch, honestly."