Guilty, Bloody Hands or Survival

Just a Short

Twigs and foliage snapped and crunched underneath running feet. Sweat dripped down down my forehead onto my hot body as swerved and veered through the branches that belonged to, the forest. I crouch down listening to the soft chirping of birds, the salty sensation of sweat that fell from my forehead to my mouth. Then there was a soft pitter patter of paws that struck the ground every now and then. Using a quick burst of momentum left in my body, I ran towards the sound. My calves are burning and I'm losing the sound. It sounds so distant, I'm starting to see black dots, so I force myself to stop in an open field. The burning star, millions of miles away, roasted me alive as I head towards the shade of the trees.

Dehydrated and starving, It wasn't always like this... damn, I remember when I had that school trip to Europe, that was one crazy ride. Then suddenly, boom, I end up at this hell-hole. "God" I gasped quietly to myself, when was I going to go home? I may live on this island for the rest of my life for all I know, missing out on my whole living experience, replaced by my adrenaline for survival. I've only been on this... this piece of rock in water for a little over two months now, I haven't even found a single person yet. So, back to highschool, I was one of the outcasts that sometimes interacted with society, I'm usually the background character that always try to lay low. Looking back on those days that seem so long ago, I actually kinda miss it. Now I hunt and kill my own food, I have a little shelter out of sticks and mud (good thing I watched a lot of videos back then), then there's the part I hate the most... excreting out all of my digested foods and having no toilet paper to wipe my ass.

Lemme just rant about how hard it is to kill an adorable animal, OK? So, there you have a little mammal just eating it's own pellets when suddenly, shank! It drops down dead, wait, I'm not even being realistic right now. Where did that sharp tool you used to killed an animal with go? Oh, I know, from the ground where there are dozens of sharp-ass sticks lying there waiting to stab your foot as you go on your merry way. I haven't killed any blood-filled creatures yet, but I try too, they just seem to run away before I could stab the breathing blood-filled sack of fur. The good thing is, I've survived on the island's huge variety of different fruits. The bad thing is, I NEED THE PROTEIN IN MY BODY NOW!

Let us return to my adventurous adventure story of survival. As I'm resting under a tree with my eyes closed, trying profusely to keep my body at a cool temperature, I hear a soft crunch of sticks over to my left. I slowly open a left lid to see the little furry devil that I was trying to kill earlier, around thirty minutes ago. It's back is turned to me, but I can clearly see that it's ears were twitching slightly, trying to detect sounds from nearby predators. Good thing I left my little sharpened "spears" close to me, I reached over ever-so slowly to grab them. The rabbit was just about twenty or so feet away, I knew I would miss, BUT I need the protein in my weak, thin body that probably smelt like gym socks from all the sweat. I swiftly hurl the "spear" at the rabbit missing it's mid-section, but it received a blow to a hind leg. Blood gushed, dripped and poured out of that hole I made in it's fragile body, but I've never felt so proud... so proud to hit a creature of Earth... so proud to finally kill a living being. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I crawled towards my prey, ignoring my aching body that protested against me, I made my way over. Hunger overtook my mind as images of roasted, glistening thick, fat meat flashed in my head. A slight squeak emitted from it's soft fleshy body, forcing me out of my train of thought. I look down at it cute fuzzy face and thought, I was about to kill this innocent creature and have no regrets afterwards. Am I turning into a beast? Have I lost all of my humanity? No. No I haven't. This is what happens in the wild. There is no peace, just a wild lust for hunger to survive. After thinking about these questions that I questioned myself with, another one ran through my head, This rabbit is going through immense pain right now... I have to end its misery quickly. Taking ahold of small head, I shut my eyes tightly as I made a twisting motion with my hands and snapped it's neck. The crunch and pop of the neck snapping felt so satisfying. And then, it's squirming body went still. The rabbit lay limp in my hands.

Silence. All I could hear was silence. It felt as if all life itself froze over and there was me, staring at the lifeless body of a poor rabbit. My mind felt numb, I just killed one of Mother Nature's children. Even if it was a small organism beyond plenty of other huge animals, it had a life and I took it. Yea that's right, I stole it's life.

... Good thing is, I now have bloody bunny meat in my hands, great. I stumble to a standing position, trying desperately to not hurl at the sight of gunky flesh I'm holding. Feeling sick in my stomach and having to deal with the heat was not a good combination. I felt nauseous, bile that rose to my throat and me, having to swallow it, made me drop the meat with shaking hands. I was exhausted, dehydrated, but had food. There were ponds and small lakes near, but being in my state, it wasn't a good idea to move for a while.

Once again, I head towards the shelter that trees provided me, dragging the bloodied meat behind me. After I reached the shade, I found a nice damp grassy spot to cool off and rest my screaming, aching body. As soon as I found a comfortable position, I blacked out. Its seems that I pushed my body to it's very limit and it just couldn't take it anymore. I set off on another adventure in my head... an adventure that wasn't so painful to live and deal with.

Laughter filled the silent night, overtaking the overwhelming silence that was engulfing the two. Two. Who were these shadowed figures? I can tell that they're clearly a couple on a walk through a park in the moonlight. A man and woman, side by side, holding hands and whispering loving comments to each other. Then as cheesy as it gets, they kiss under the stars and moon, only breaking apart after a few seconds. Then I realized that they were, in fact, my parents at a young age. The dream suddenly blurred out and I awoke with sweat that glistened on my body, even when the air at night was cool and collected. Was that a dream of my parents when they were younger?, I thought to myself. Why would I even be dreaming of them... Wait that sounded dumb, I was dreaming about them because I miss home, I finally concluded to myself.

I look around and found myself staring into the darkness of nightfall. I slowly stand up, feeling my way, using a tree as support. As I finally get my body to start moving again, I kneel down to grip the meat and my sticks. Once I have my "supplies", I slowly inch deeper into the forest looking for my shelter.

My feet shuffled on the ground, shoeless for some reason. A pain shoots up my left foot, there was a pause as my brain slowly registered the pain creeping up my leg. A shrill shriek echoed into the night as I tear my foot away from the stake that punctured my foot. Stumbling back a few steps, I fell to my ass, another pain shooting up my lower backside. I ended up laying down on my right side as my foot gushed out blood, creating a small maroon puddle beside my leg. I slowly sit up, wincing at every slight movement my left foot made. I lifted up my leg, examining the wound. I could see blood streaming out, it was slowly coming to an end. There were pieces of stringy flesh hanging from the punctured hole. I hissed in pain as I attempt to pull away the human flesh that was just... there. I tear off the rest and flick it to the ground. My wound started to bleed again. Oh shit, my mind screamed at me, At this rate, I'll bleed to death. I grabbed some leaves (or what I thought were leaves... it's night, what do you expect?) and apply pressure to my bleeding hole. I grunted when my leg felt like fire. After a while the blood stop dripping out.

I get up again, hobbling towards the direction of my shelter. The sun was starting to peer over the horizon, I can finally see. I start to see where I was and I start to limp to my "home". It seems that surviving in the wild is difficult and I've been experiencing it for two and a half months now. Oh, you must think I forgot my food, but no, I need that shit to survive out in this cold world. I peer behind some trees to see my little mud home. I crawl inside and just lay down on the mossy ground. I close my eyes to drift off again.

When I woke up, a single thought came to mind... This is my life now, thinking about this, I started to sob, There is no escaping this hell.

The End.

I am so sorry for that shitty ending, butt I guess it's good? Meh now I can just be free...........

Also, this is the first time I have written anything worth reading so cha~