Castaway// Lashton

Two

I woke up and stretched out my long limbs. Then I killed a goose and started a fire. I gave half of it as an offering to Zeus and I roasted the other half for breakfast.

Then I put out the fire with some sea water and started walking. I knew every inch of this cursed island. This horrible wretched island.

I walk along the coast; it takes about an hour, I think. I end up in Brisbane. The sun is at its peak in the sky. It's about twelve.

I pick up pieces of driftwood and take out my knife. I carve my name onto the pieces of wood then toss them back into the ocean.

On one of the pieces I write "help me" and pray to Zeus before I toss it back in the water. I strip off my clothes and go for a swim.

My legs pump hard as I swim. And I swim, and I swim, and I swim. I go under and I swim some more.

The shoreline is barely visible and I realize I'm at the border. The magical border that circles the island so that I can't leave.

I tread water for a little while before I swim back. I look at the sun and it's low. I decide to sleep in Brisbane tonight.

I take off my shirt and wrap it around myself as a blanket. I make the sand into a pillow shape and lie down. The soft lap of the water lulled me to sleep.

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I wake up and frown. Not a nightmare. This is my reality. Tears sting the backs of my eyes and my throat.

I miss everyone. Agathe, my parents, and all of my friends. My hands curl into fists as I scream at the sky. "I hate you, Zeus! Why couldn't you just kill me?!"

Of course no answer. I pick up a branch and throw it at the sky as high as I can. I rub my eyes and run.

I run through the trees and uphill. Rocks and twigs cut up my feet but I don't care. I just run as if I can outrun all the horrible things in my life, the pain and the loss is just so tiring.

I come to the edge of the cliff and stop. Knowing I couldn't kill myself but considering to jump anyways.

I pull at my hair and let out a frustrated scream. My knees buckle and fall to the ground. Angry tears spill onto the Earth and I scream.

I scream until my chest feels tight and my throat feels raw. I lie on the soft grass and and let tears leak out. My body shook with familiar sobs.

Finally, I mustered some strength and got off the ground. I was still in my depressed state but at least nobody is here to see it.

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So this is some stuff Luke goes through on a weekly basis. It usually happens one or twice a week. Anyways, hope this wasn't too bad! Love you guys!