Alive

1: Alone

Flashback:

"Momwy! Momwy? Momwy where awe you?" I start to cry. I just said id be right back. She probably didnt hear me."Momwy help me!" I start running the way i think i came. I see a big rock and turn there then i see a clearing. I ran into the clearing and... trip. I fall down hard on the ground hitting my head on a stick and cutting my leg. I look at my leg to see its bleeding. I start to freak out. I feel something drop down my head and think that its just sweat.(as mommy calls it.) I take my arm and sweep it across my forehead and see that i am bleeding. Badly.

I wake up and roll over onto my side.
"Ow!"
I am brused and scrached all over. I still have the scar on my forehead. I have stayed in that clearing for 15 years now. I lost my parents when i was 2 and still havent found them. I barly remember what they look like anymore. It was hard to hunt when i was younger so i went most nights with barely any food except for the strawberrys that grow in the field. It its not a very easy place to live in when there are lions and crocadiles nearby, in the swamp. The swamp is the only sourse of water i have. I have built myself a little hut close to the edge of the forest. I have kept adding onto it since i was five and have compleatly fortified it.(or as fortified as a stick hut can get). I am also provideing food my makeing myself a bow and some arrows that go with it.
A  duck or a small buck is the most i ever get. But if im lucky i can get the carcass of a lion killed by an crocadile and just left there. I dont really have a name. And if i did i dont remember it. I call my self Erik. Erik Downwrither.

I only slightly remember the name Downwrither by my parents trying to teach me how to say it. I have been practicing since the day i departed from them. I can barely remember even their voices. I do remember my older sister Gwen. She was the last person i talked to before i went missing. She was only 9 at that time. I remember her voice as clear as a crystal.
"Be careful. I dont want you to get hurt."
I have taken her advise from that very day and still do 13 years later.

Thank you for reading the first chapter. If i can get at least 5 votes i will publish another chapter very soon. This book is deticated to my cousin Everett who inspired me to write this. Thank you.