The Blood I Carry

Breathe.

Breathe.

Is what Grayson has been telling me for who knows how long.

The sun is setting, and we still have no clue where we are.

"At Least we have a light source right?" Brooklyn says as we all sit around a fire that Grayson started for us. It's a little bit cold, but we need a light source anyway.

"Yeah, but it doesn't help much apart from that it keeps us warm." Grayson mentions.

For the few hours we have been on this island, I have noticed that Brooklyn and Grayson talk a lot, and me and Hayden just sit there listening to them most of the time unless we are being spoken to.

I sit on a big leaf so the sand doesn't irritate me too much. We all looked around the place where the plane crashed after I had finished bawling. My brother is still gone. But he will be back.

We noticed that the pilot was gone. There were no body parts anywhere, so we assumed he went missing, just like Arlo did. All four of us have cuts all over our bodies, Grayson is the worst though, he has a nasty deep cut on his lower thigh. So we used the supplies we could find from the plane, bandages and cotton and he wrapped his leg up, which I could tell was extremely painful, he sucked in harsh breaths and gritted his teeth together. Me and the others didn't get badly hurt, which I also find strange. Since we literally fell out of the sky and the plane was in pieces. But none of us had anything that was broken, or deeply cut. But that I'm thankful for.

Now we have a fire, and we found some apples nearby, so we ate them for supper. Even though it wasn't very filling, I suppose it was still food.

"Anyone want to sing a song around the campfire?" Grayson asks jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

"Absolutely not." I smile. I can admit, even though I've only known Grayson and the others a few hours, Grayson is the funniest and most caring, he helps people a lot and puts people before himself and makes jokes to cheer people up. The jokes are actually good. Brooklyn, on the other hand, is worried about nothing but herself. She was okay online when we would do college together. Even if she wasn't the smartest person ever, she was okay. We would send each other funny face pictures, but then as soon as I would do one she would comment on how I was ugly and that wasn't pretty. I have mixed feelings about her. Hayden as well, he's quiet, barely speaks, I can tell he thinks a lot, I can practically see his brain ticking like clockwork. He looks the youngest out of all of us, I'm not sure though. We are all very different people, but right now, I'm going to support these people no matter what because we have all just been through the exact same experience.

"Why not? I am a great singer." Grayson smiles back at me.

"Go on then, sing for us." I speak, raising my eyebrows.

"No thank you." He grinned.

We are sitting next to each other around the fire. I didn't choose for him to, I would prefer to be alone, but he's good company so i didn't mind. Apart from the fact that Brooklyn is trying to sit way closer to him and get in his pants. I can tell. She's an attention seeker, I learnt that today from the plane when she was continuously making sure her push up bra was doing something noticeable. And now, she keeps learning forward, making sure Grayson sees. I am not jealous, but it infuriates me. So much.

Hayden is sitting opposite us, alone. Which sort of makes me sad, because he hasn't really spoken much the past few hours, but if he wants to be alone, then he can be alone.

"So, how old are we all?" Brooklyn asks, still eyeing up Grayson. Still making me annoyed. "I'm Seventeen."

"I am nineteen." Grayson says.