Island Voices

2- The voice in my head

It had been a few hours, I Was sure the sun would begin its slow descent down soon enough so I pushed to paddle faster but my limbs were tired and achy. I gave myself a break, sprawling backwards onto the logs, not moving my arms in hope of them recovering in a short space of time. It was all going well, well, good enough since I had accepted my situation.

Then, I heard a voice call out to someone. My eyes darted around but only found the same blue tides that had greeted me earlier. So I lay back down, marking it as my need for sleep. But it came again, this time harsher, more forward and pushy. I didn't sit back up, but instead let it speak. Curiosity killing my intent to run, hide and seek help.
"Hello, I'm sure your wondering who is with you. Let me assure you, no one is." The voice was robotic, deprived of tone and emotion but still, I did not speak.
"You have been chosen young lady. And you are not like any others you may come across. If you haven't known by now, I am speaking straight into your head. I am inside your head, if you like. " The voice carried on as I thought about how similar it sounded to headphones. And just as I remembered that I didn't remember, the voice read my mind.
"I also appreciate you must be confused at this present time, and I would like to comfort you that all will come together shortly. Please be patient and know that I, your guider, will help.

I was confused. The voice was so direct and named itself my guider? I could easily sit and think or I could think and paddle to my island where I may find help from this nightmare. Quickly though, I had a strong urge not to tell anyone about the voice in my head. It seemed so illogical and ridiculous. Why would they listen anyway? I'm a crazy battered up teen who says they've woke up in the middle of the sea, can't remember a damn thing about her life and has a voice that talks to her in her head Great one! Very believable... I was about to say my name at the of my thought from habit. But as of the last few hours, I don't have one.

I paddled on using my sore hands that had developed the lines you get when you spend too long in the bath. I thought back about my parents. Who they were and if they were worrying about me. I tried to feel emotional that I didn't know them and that they could be worried sick about my whereabouts, but not knowing someone at all disconnects all the feelings you should instinctively have towards them I guess.

The moon was now high up in the sky, shining brighter than I'd ever remembered it. But that can't be taken for much... It was so clear, and even though the sun had long gone it didn't take away my sight. My eyes may have adjusted a little too but the light from the moon was enough. Especially as it bounced back off the sea, that was confusing and pretty at the same time. For a while that's all I did, watch the moon rise up and the waves ripple over each other.

There was no point in rushing to get to the island at this time. Instead I tired to keep body heat and I also tended to the tiny wound I inflicted on my hand when I first woke up, as well as others I gained throughout the day.

I began to grow bored quickly. It seemed so selfish that I was stuck out here and I was bored. I twiddled with the rips in my clothes, still wondering how they got there. The holes in my top and shorts got bigger so instead I moved on to play with my hair. I tousled it about not caring what it looked like. The golden stands flying all over and some getting knotted which I slowly and gently pulled out with my small fingers. I thought about how long it would take me to reach the island. Hopefully not long, I realised I while ago just how hungry I was. I thought about trying to drink sea water but decided to hold out until I got to land because of the salt taste. Who was on the island anyway? Hopefully someone was, I needed help, I was wrecked and crumbling more by the second. If they tried to attack me I don't know what strength is have to fight back. Maybe it would be better if this nightmare just ended... My eyes grew heavier by the second as it was just me, laying alone with my thoughts.

Soon enough I guess I got fell asleep because I awoke sharply by the cool water brushing last on my finger tips. I had stretched out and obviously flung my hand off the edge of the raft, causing them to dip in the water. The sound of soft splashing soothed my so as I rested my head back on the wool I gently kicked the water about. Keeping the splashes audible but not harsh and horrid. Before long, I was once again asleep.

Hi again! I rly hope u guys like this but tbh I have zero idea on what I'm doing or where Im going with this. Hope it turns out well!! 😂