The Blood I Carry

Lost and...

I barely slept last night.

After me and Hayden sat near the ocean, we both went back to the fire that was on its last few hours of life. Grayson was asleep, which makes me think he can probably sleep anywhere and through anything. And Brooklyn was playing with her ring on her side, I assumed she couldn't get to sleep.

Brooke eventually managed to get to sleep in the end, Hayden did as well i think, i'm not sure. I managed to doze off a few times, but most of it was lying awake with so many thoughts in my head. I thought I heard rustling in the forest many times, which made my nerves shoot up more and made me more restless. Aswell, in situations like this, shouldn't we have a watch person who stays up at night?

Now it is nearly midday, the sun is nearly at its highest peak, being extremely hot. I watched the sunrise this morning, as i couldn't sleep. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. There aren't many pretty sights in the world anymore, especially where I lived. So to see a sunrise going over the ocean, it was spectacular.

"Sleep well?" Brooklyn sits next to me.

I drop the handful of sand I had been playing with and looked at her, "No I didn't. Did you?"

"Nope. I kept waking up and felt like someone was watching me throughout the night." she says, sighing afterwards.

"That's strange." I stated the obvious. I look back into the forest and squint, trying to see something that will help as to where we are. Nothing. It's just palm trees and other trees, leaves, lots of green leaves.

"I think we're going to try and flag down help today, Hayden and Grayson found some kind of water and food for us." Brooklyn mentions. I give a small nod.

I'm petrified. I'm constantly shaking. My leg bounces up and down everytime i sit down, making me more uncomfortable. My hands feel dry. So so dry. I hate it. I keep having to lick my lips because the heat keeps shrivelling them up. Licking them doesn't help though. I want to scream. I want to scream at the top of my voice, till my lungs burst everywhere in my body. But I won't. I'm not dying, not yet anyway. Arlo still isn't here, I still have no clue what happened to him. I keep trying to not think about the fact that he could be dead somewhere and I'm here attempting to escape the island, leaving his body here to rot and be eaten by animals. It makes me feel guilty thinking about that, and we haven't even attempted to get away from here yet.

Grayson and Hayden stroll over to where me and Brooklyn are sat, sweat beaded across both their foreheads.

"You guys okay?" Grayson asks. I nod in response, now playing with the sand I was fiddling with before Brooklyn spoke to me.

"I think so. This head is so holiday weather I like it." Brooklyn smiles, kicking her legs out and resting her hands behind her, acting as if she's sunbathing or something. My anger creeps back in. I swallow hard.

"So do you guys have like a plan or something for getting off this creepy ass island then?"

"Not really. But we could use rocks to lay out the word 'help' on the sand though or something." Grayson wipes his forehead with the back of his hand.

I smile and shake my head, letting out a breathy laugh,"Dont talk shit. You can't do that."

Grayson looks up at me, tilts his head slightly and raises his eyebrows. "And why can I not do that Olivia?"

"No one will see it. The Intelligent would have already discovered this island and made it look like the place where we lived 30 hours ago and you will probably pass out from the heat, and be way too exhausted." I say in one breath. Only stating facts. I'm not trying to stop him from getting us off this island, but I really dont think spelling out the word help with rocks will work.