Island 321

Chapter 3: The Note

                             

                                         I woke up in pain. It was dawn, I could tell because the sun was starting to rise. I was covered in sand. My head was throbbing, I put my hand on my forehead to feel something wet on it. I took my hand off and saw blood covering my hand. My forehead was bleeding. I looked around, I had no clue where I was. I looked up and saw a bunch of cliffs/rocks. I remembered what happened but I couldn't decide if it were a dream or not. I mean obviously it couldn't have been a dream if I ended up down here. But how could B and Deven do something like that?? I felt my lip, it was swollen. My arms and legs were scratched up and scraped. I'm pretty sure I fell off the cliff. I got up and started to walk, brushing the sand off my body. I still can't believe...my best friend and boyfriend betrayed me. My boyfriend...or now ex boyfriend I should say, hit me! As I was thinking, I lightly tripped over something, knowing the balance I have, I fell right on my face as the tide washed over me. Great I thought. I looked back to see what I tripped over, it was a bottle. But it wasn't a beer bottle or a wine bottle, it looked different. I picked it up. It was a sealed shut bottle but it was very light. Rolled up inside the bottle was a paper. Really? I thought. A note inside a bottle? How cliche is that? I was still kind of curious so I sat in the sand and pulled out the message, it was sealed shut with a wax imprint. It read:

"Dear reader...there is a reason that you specifically found this message. Island 321 is what the island is called. It is a 4 day trip past the Bermuda Triangle. You will find island 321. That is where we are. Yes, we are stranded. This island is nothing like you think. Before you do anything. Find a guy, a guy named Vince Wilson. Show him this message, he is the only person you should show this too. Do exactly as he says. Exactly. You must train before you come out here. Train your body to limits not possible. You'll need it, trust me. You must train your brain to be quick and tough in different situations. Be prepared to run. A lot. You must carry as light as possible. Don't bring any guns and absolutely NO electronics. None. Now, your mission:
•find Vince
•train hard
•start the journey
•find island 321
• survive
•find me
•survive
•get us the hell off this island
There is a time limit. At most, you need to find us within a month. Like I said, the island isn't anything like you think. Remember, there is a reason you found this. Now go. Remember, don't look back, run, and expect the unexpected..... ~Warren"
I looked out to the ocean. I was confused, this can't be real. Everyone knows anyone that no one survives past the Bermuda Triangle... How is this..how did it reach California?? This can't be real. I don't want to be responsible for these people's death if it is real though, I thought. I reached my hand up to my forehead to see if it was still bleeding and it was. I folded up the message and stuck it in my bra. I looked out to the ocean again, I quietly whispered, "are you real Warren?" I turned my back and a huge wave splashed my feet, each wave after that was smaller. I took a deep breath in and started to climb the rocks. I reached the top. There were beer bottles scattered all over the sand, a couple people were still passed out, luckily it looked like no one left drunk. I walked around the big rocks to find B and Deven spooning naked. I held in my tears and quietly found Deven's shorts laying in the sand, I searched the pockets for my car keys. The jeep was mine. I just let Deven borrow it every now and then. I looked at them all cuddly and felt a sudden rush of anger. I picked up all there clothes and threw them over the cliff into the ocean. I held my tears and said through my gritted teeth, "I thought I loved you, you douchebag!" I walked to the jeep. I hit the unlock button and got in the drivers seat. I wiped a tear off my cheek. I shut the door and adjusted the rear view mirror, my lip was swollen with crusted blood on the edges, my forehead had a giant cut across it. I finished crying before putting on my seatbelt. I started the engine, and pulled off the beach. I was running low on gas of course because Deven never fills up my tank, so I drove to a local gas station. I filled up my tank of gas, it was 7am, no one was really out. I finished filling up my tank and went inside the gas station. I walked to the refrigerators and took out a big bottle of water, a grabbed a couple packets of fruit snacks, and waited in the checkout line. A guy walked up behind me, he looked like a college frat boy. He slapped my butt and said, "damn. Rough night hot stuff?" I rolled my eyes and proceeded to check out. I walked out of the gas station and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like I had fallen off a cliff...which, I wasn't wrong. I wiped my face off with some of the water, leaving my bottom lip swollen and purple and a gash on my forehead. I remembered the message in the bottle that I found. What was his name? Vince? I pulled up safari on my phone and typed in Vince Wilson. I clicked on the Wikipedia. A mugshot appeared of a man covered in tattoos, he was bald with piercing blue eyes. I read on. He sentenced for 8 years in jail for 1 murder and gangs. This is the guy I have to find? AHHH hell no. I continued reading anyways. It said he got out of jail 2 years ago and it said his current location was a small city outside of California. Oh wow, of course, I live in California. I screenshotted the article and set my phone in the cup holder. I took a drink of the water. I looked around, I was 3 hours from my college campus, to get to Vince is a 5 hour drive the other direction. My phone buzzed, it was a text from Deven, I couldn't even deal with him. I opened it. It said,
"See you at college😉"
No. I closed the message. 5 hours away isn't that long. It's almost 11am, I could get to that city at 3pm missing traffic. I looked at the text again, I remembered last night, I felt sick. I opened up the car door and threw up. I drank some more water to wash out my mouth. The same frat boy from inside the gas station was leaning on my door, "need a mint?" He asked as he held out a box of ice breakers.