On this Island

The crash

When we crashed our boat, I was the last one alive. I could see the birds circling above me, knowing my friends were all dead. I was laying on the shore. Crying of pain and exhaustion. I reached out my hand. I tried to push myself up. The pain of my starvation gave me a weak feeling, letting my flimsy arms fall to the ground. I was going to die on that little beach that would soon be covered by the tide. I could feel my heart beating, making me more scared. I was breathing really slow, concentrating on each puff of breath. I could hear the tide pulling in. It was then when my life dropped.

I had opened my eyes in confusion. I found myself in the hospital 2 weeks later. I was surrounded by a couple of fishermen who had said that they were on a long fishing trip and came upon an island. They said the tide was low when they found me lying on a stone out deep in the ocean.

I could hear the beating of my heart ringing in my ears. Everything was blurry but I could hear everything clearly. I heard a familiar voice talking with the doctor. I didn't realize she was laying in a bed next to mine. She was my sailing partner who I thought was dead. Her voice was really scratchy and out of breath. There was a long moment where you could hear breathing and crying. She was unable to walk and her whole life was changed. She was afraid she could never be who she was.

Once my vision cleared up I saw my leg had two giant scratches and a big scar running from my foot to my knee cap. On the other leg most of the skin on my foot ripped. On my arm there was a big wrap and through the wrap I could see the blood socking into the gauze under the cast. I didn't feel anything because my whole body was numb. I couldn't move my fingers, but I didn't realize until now. I could feel the pain sinking in my body. I felt tired but I was too scared to fall asleep. I bet my mom was worried and I was scared she had forgot about me. I've been away from home for two months now. And it has been the longest two months of my life.

The next day in the hospital, I was talking to a very tall lady. She had a weird thing on her hand. It looked like a tattoo from my eyes but it was covered by her really long nails. She had short blond hair that had a cute little curl at the tip. She was a nurse who had to keep me company.

When she took her break, I was trying to think weather I was dreaming or not. Maybe I was sleeping on the boat, but I wasn't. I tried making it feel like it, but I still knew that this was reality. It was then when a slipped a tear out of my eye. My whole life had changed but I was too scared to admit it. What would people think about me when I get home? Would I get home? These questions were too scary to answer.

I had trembled at the thoughts that were running in and out of my head. I couldn't give up hope on myself now. I was a lucky girl, if it hadn't been for those fishermen, I would've been dead. I tried to sit up, but for some reason I couldn't. I asked the doctor, who was sitting in the chair next to my sailing partner, Anne, if he could tell the fishermen thank you. The doctor started to smile and said "of course".

The next day, I was talking with the nurse again. She asked me lots of questions like, Where do you come from, What's your favorite color, or How old are you? Then she asked me "I'm sorry, but what's your name again?" and I answered "Marly, Marly Handle"