The Blood I Carry

...Found

Over the past day or two, I have realised why people say "make the most of it."

Because now I wish i did make the most of my life at home. I should have been thankful for everything. Don't get me wrong, I was thankful for most things. But it's the people I wasn't thankful enough for. People being my brother and Uncle Bailey.

Two awful days on this island, and I have never felt so alone. It feels like all my happiness was just swallowed up by the sun, then the sun pours horrible heat on me to punish me even more. I don't know why the sun has come into it. Maybe because it makes me mad how hot I am, and how my leggings and oversized top stick to my dry, sweaty, sandy skin.

I just want to get off this fucking island.

No one has flown over the island, meaning no one has seen the rocks spelling out 'help'.

Rant over.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Hayden looks at me. He reconsiders what he's said and repeats himself. "Are you sure you're okay, meaning are you trying your best to be okay thinking of how we are literally stuck on a burning hot island."

I look out to the sea, how it's bright blue near my feet, then it gets darker and darker and scarier.

"I'm okay, I suppose. It's just scary really." I say. "And by the looks of it we are not getting off of this island any time soon."

"As much as I agree with you, we have to stay hopeful. We have to have some sort of hope that we will get back on a plane and we will leave." Hayden responds.

I think about it for a minute. I think hard.

I don't want to get back on a plane. I'm terrified thinking about being in the sky again. I fear we may fall out of the sky again.

"I know you probably don't want to get on a plane again," He reads my mind. "But it's basically the only way. I don't actually think people use boats anymore, unless you want to swim all the way back. Which would be impossible thinking of how we don't know where we actually are."

I look at him, eyebrows raised. I look down at my shaking hands, then back at him. I open my mouth to speak until I hear a blaring voice in the distance.

"I found him!!" Brooklyn yells, running out of the forest.

I stand up, so does Hayden. I hold my head for a second. I forget I haven't eaten much so it makes me light headed.

Out of the forest, walks an older boy. My breath gets caught in my throat.

His dark hair, the way he walks. The blue eyes, just the same as mine and our mothers.

"Arlo," I whisper.

I want to run to him. I want to go up to him and hold him till I cant anymore. But my legs don't move. I'm stuck to the sand, my breathing getting faster. My vision blurring from the forming tears.

Hayden touches my shoulder, "Go get him"

Then suddenly my legs are taking me across the beach faster than I think ive ever gone.

He holds his arms out, waiting for me to get there. At this moment, no thoughts swarm my brain, I'm not scared.

I jump up to reach his height and throw my arms around his shoulders.

"Holy shit." I mutter. His arms snake around my back, holding me in a tight embrace. Literally lifting me off my feet.

"I thought you were dead," I cry. We pull out of the hug, he cups my face with my hands, tears also streaming down his face.