Rotten Dreams (short stories)

The Island of No Hope

I was barely able to move. Stranded in this lonely deserted island, I was lost. I could not feel my limbs anymore. Starvation had taken over me and the numbing pain I felt forced me to give up. Every time I took a breath it felt like I was swallowing a handful of coarse sand.
The barren island I was left on had nothing but sand, dust and rocks. Civilisation was impossible and in my case life. I had to get out of here. When I was carried on to this monstrous and unforgiving island, I was dead inside. My mind was in acceptance of the fact that I would die. I had a minuscule ray of hope of hopefully living but all that vanished.

It all started when I was at sea on my yacht. I lead a luxurious lifestyle with everything I ever wanted. I was on my yacht and on my way to a party. I was travelling on my yacht two days in advance to my celebrity friend's birthday. It was sort of a pre-part of my own. Two of my other friends and I were on our way. Suddenly a storm hit us. This made us terrified and I was trembling with fear. It hit us so hard that our yacht gave up on us and crumbled. The yacht toppled over us and we were stuck under it. Barely able to breathe, I somehow escaped. My friend however, suffocated to death, both of them. The yacht was no more luxurious but rather was life threatening. In true Titanic style, I caught on to a large piece of board, big enough to hold at least 5 people. Unfortunately, I was alone, alone in the ocean. I was in the board for about a week.

My life was slowly turning into the story of 'Life of Pi'. I was dehydrated and hungry. Raw meat was my only food. I was used to the Japanese raw food I ate every time I attended a fancy event. The raw fish I ate no longer had that taste of fine smooth fish I used to have.

One morning, I was fortunate enough to find land. I was overwhelmed by the possibilities of the chances for me to survive. I could taste the fruits which I assumed would be in the forest on that island. Shelter in the jungle and the pleasure of waking up every morning to the sweet sound of the birds chirping their hearts way filled my mind with endless possibilities.

Unfortunately, I wasn't that lucky. I was devastated, depressed and felt like I was let down by god. As I frantically rowed my "raft" towards the island, I realised I found something exactly opposite to what I thought I had found. I found a small plot of land where there was a freshwater pond and a few berries surrounding the plant.

My condition grew worse after all my food supply was drained. The berries lasted just for a day. I tried fishing but all I found was sand and salt water around me.
I tried with all the will to live inside of me to survive but all my life was based on was water. It was all I had with me and it was my food.

The next day, I woke up with the sun shining on my face. I struggled the whole night to sleep, tossing and turning with the regular biting of the little crabs on the island. I went around the island to which honestly wasn't even as big as my mansion. The scorching heat tired me extremely and I decided to stop being Bear Grylls for a while. Exhaustion forced me to sleep.

I woke up after a couple of hours, hungry. To my surprise, it was nightfall and the roaring sound of the waves didn't let me sleep either. The waves were bigger than ever and a sunken feeling in my gut swept over me. I couldn't move. The little "exploration" made me too tired. The thought didn't occur to me that I had no food to fuel me up. I fell asleep again.

I suddenly woke up yet again when I felt a cold tickle on my leg. The water was rising. I saw a huge wave, like it was a tsunami. Before I could react, I was lifted up in the air. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't cry because I was too exhausted too. The sandy water gagged me. I could feel the prick of the little crabs as the began digging holes on my body. I was bleeding from the holes. I was dizzy. I was was floating in the water and was tossed, swirled and thrown around in all directions and in all amounts of forces. I was too weak, too tired and too faint to fight back the water. The night passed by while I blacked out.

The following morning I woke up to the blinding sun hitting my eyes. I was barely able to move a finger. My ray of hope was covered with darkness. Wind had made the sand cover me and I knew this was the end. The huge wave was followed by wind. It lifted the sand up and onto my body. I knew that this was it. I was experiencing my funeral but with no spectators. Nature was burying me and I was going to live with god. I couldn't fight back. I was baking in the hot sun and nothing on my body was locomotive. The sand was slowly burying me. I slowly took in the experiences that I was a part of and took one last breath. I was suffocating but unable to move and come up for air. I was helpless and my soul was slowly inching away from my body. I fell into a deep sleep. My soul had left and I was lifeless...