Faith in the Fight

Stranded

Alone, in the deep dark woods...
It doesn't really scare me anymore.
I was stranded here since childhood I guess. I've always had a good memory so it's really hard for me to forget anything. I can look back into the past. It was a family camping trip, the first few days were great, until suddenly it stopped lasting. We were in this huge cabin on the southern side of the island, it was our favorite cabin of the Four and their came a fleet of ships both earthly and air born. Fire started to catapult down towards us. We all went into a panic state, well exept for my father. He seemed to know what was going on. I still seem to go back and fourth between thinking it was his idea to keep me stuck here or the fact that he could've been braver than we all thought. The sad part is that i'm leaning more towards the part that he planned this entire trip in order to get rid of me, after all I was never the favorited one in the family... They always blamed me for not being the perfect little girl and the fact that i wanted to put my life on the line by joining navel or air forces. They disapproved of the idea that i wanted to have fun instead of being patient and caring, but i guess that won't happen now. I'be made my way through this island. I've even been able to calculate the passing years, i guess 5 years of school is all i really needed. I'm much more sure of my survival now and the fact that i can't trust people. That day, i knew it was go big, or die...