My eyes opened and it was hazy, blurry and it took me a while to realise I was swaying. After one sense became known to me all the others took their que and followed suit, flooding me with information I couldn't process fast enough. I was swaying, I could smell and taste salt, hear seagulls squawking harshly and feel the bumps of logs underneath me. I was floating.
I sat up quickly, pricking my hand on the wood and desperate to satisfy my crave for knowledge. Of where I am, and who is with me. My head spins viciously from the speed which only delayed my fierce desire.
There was an island, just in the last specs of my vision. I could see nowhere else to go so I decided it was the best option. Not that I had any others. As I looked around for any kind of object I saw my own clothes first, I saw a pair of grey shorts, a black vest top and a lock of Long golden hair drop down next to my face. It was damp, probably from the sea that surrounded me and my shoes were a black canvas type. Everything was battered, dirty and ripped. What had I done?
The realisation of my situation hit me like a hard bitch slap to the face. I didn't remember anything, my past, my appearance, surroundings... Nothing.
My knees buckled and I let out a muffled scream, dampened by the hand covering my mouth, keeping my sobs to myself. Not that anyone was close by to hear me anyway. My body shook with every chocked tear. I didn't know what to do, I could think and knew what I was doing, yet anything about my personal life was void, gone, vanished by magic.
"How...?" I whispered aloud,
"How does that work? My memories, family, friends, pets? EVERYTHING!?" I screamed the last part in confusion and anger. I was frustrated, sweat began to bead on my forehead and my hands trembled. In a way I was glad anyone who knew me couldn't see me now, I was weak, and I'm sure that's not how I used to be. It's a good thing Im alone.
A few minutes passed, And I was just crying and crying. Then, I decided that I would get no where with this and that I was right before, anyone who knew me would probably be ashamed of me. And it would rip me to shreds if they saw how I was acting now. I pulled myself together and used my hands as paddles. Slowly, I was approaching the island that was my only hope.
HEY!!! I know this was VERY short but I thought I'd use this just as an introduction to my story I guess. Anyway, thanks for reading!! 😛😝
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Island Voices
AcciónAfter Aspen wakes up all alone in the middle of the sea with no previous knowledge of anything she finds other islanders, and together they try to escape from the island voices, and the island itself.
