Dear Diary: Today I died

Entry 5

Monday, July 25'th, 2009

Dear Diary,

I feel as if I've died. Well, obviously I haven't, but being trapped on this island, lonely and bored, could barely be considered a real life. I might as well be dead. I have nothing else left in this world - no delicious supper to look forward to at the end of the day, no awesome, huge mansion, not even a family. I suppose you don't necessarily need an awesome, huge mansion to have a complete life, but I don't even have a cardboard box, never mind a mansion.

Anyway, after my breakfast, I wandered off into the jungle in search of food or a way to escape or something. Something, anything to end my torture. I brought a sharp stick to fight off anything that may have stood in my way, though I doubted it would do much. I just pretended it was a silver sword and then I felt better...and cooler.

I did find some interesting stuff in there. Some real interesting stuff. Apart from some strange exotic wildlife, none of which tried to kill me, luckily, I also managed to find a strange tunnel in a small hill, leading down into the abyss below, the earth above held up by wooden pillars, probably bound to collapse at any time. In fact, they may have already collapsed at the time of writing, but I wouldn't know, stuck at this stupid spring. Well, not really stuck, per say. You'll see what I mean in a bit, diary.

Anyway, I was intrigued. It was cleaner than the pyramid and probably much more stable, so I decided to venture inside. I didn't expect there to be anything bad, especially since it was what appeared to be a mine dug out by whatever type of civilisation used to live here before my arrival. Down there, I found huge branching tunnels going off in every direction as far as the eye could see, with random holes strewn about in the walls from where the old miners must have been mining diamonds and rubies and whatnot. Or maybe it was something totally different. I wouldn't know. I'm not really into that kind of stuff.

I was sure not to go far, but I still left marks just in case; a large smiley face etched into the ground with my stick at every intersection or fork in the path. I didn't really find much down there, apart from rats, so I guess I could live down there instead. It's definitely serves as a better shelter. The spring is out in the open and totally exposed, while the mine is hidden away underground, kind of like a little bunker, I suppose, except very large. I continued to explore, until something scared me. Scared me really, really bad and made me run back up to the surface. It was some kind of strange noise, some kind of roar, or maybe an animal call. I don't know, but it was freaky. It might have just been the ceiling rumbling above me. But it doesn't matter. Whatever it was, I have to go down there tomorrow, as it definitely serves as much better and improved shelter than what I have currently.

I've been hearing new noises up here recently, noises I wasn't hearing before. They sound distant, so I don't think I specifacally am in danger, but it still scares me. Maybe it was something that had been hibernating and it has come out, but then again, it's summer, so there goes that theory. I'm not sure, but I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.

You know, back home, before the incident, I had a girlfriend. She was great. She was like my friends, not dating me because of my money, but because she just liked me as me, as the person that I am and that's why I loved her. Not because she was beautiful, though she is, I have to say, pretty good-looking, but because she actually loved me and she was a really nice person.

I didn't really like spoiling her with all of my awesome 'rich boy' stuff. I just did what you'd normally do; I took her to restaurants to have dinner (in my mansion, which, of course, has it's own restaurants in it), I took her to the cinema (in my mansion) and every now and again I would go see her family, who liked me just as much as she loved me, or well, maybe not quite that much, but still a lot. I talk about her in past tense though, and I only talk about her now, because I know that I'll most likely never see her again. Ever. I've lost her. Forever. And she was so nice... I loved her...

At least she wasn't on the ship. At least I have something to be happy about. At least I know that she's still alive and well, maybe not happy about losing me, but at least she can live a great life. An amazing life. She can grow up and get a job and get married and get a house and have kids and I feel that, even if she won't be marrying me, she'll still be happy, and she'll still lead a happy life, and she'll still remember me, and she'll still be inspired by me.

From Sam Lenning