Under the Palm Trees

December 23, Saturday

"HANNA!!! Hanna?" said, Nanny, worry audible in her resonant voice. 

"Oh, Hanna darling, here you are! What's the matter, honey?" she said crouching down by the yellow wall in front of me. She touched my hand and stroked my face with her small, soft palm. 

"What happened, darling?" asked me as she touched my chin, slightly pulled it upwards, making me look at her. 

"Nothing!" I said in my usual stubborn voice. Why does she want to help me? I can deal with my problems myself. 

"Hanna, is something wrong with Sara?" she asked looking at me, trying to read my facial expressions. 

"Yes," I said, folding my arms together in front of my chest.

"Tell me, my dear, what happened between the two of you?" she asked, pulling me into a tight hug as a few tears rolled down my face. 

"She stole my favorite doll, Kelly...She wanted to switch dolls, but I did not want to!" I said, whispering into Nanny's shoulder, making her white blouse wet with my tears. 

"Oh, honey..." she said, caressing my braided brown hair. 

"Look, Sara just wanted to try to play with Kelly. She thought that you might want to play with her doll. She did not mean to hurt you." said Nanny and I saw Sara from the corner of my eye. She looked regretful. She was looking at her black shiny shoe in nervousness. She was like my sister, I can't make our relationship go wrong. 

I pulled away from Nanny and went towards Sara. Sara looked up at me with her brown puppy eyes. 

"I'm sorry."

"Me too," I said, hugging her tight. We were just standing there for minutes and minutes, clinching each other. Then Sara pulled away and put Kelly into my hands.

"HANNA!!!!! Hanna?" I heard a voice shouting at me as I came back to reality from my dream. I saw Ethan above me, shaking my shoulders hard and yelling into my face to wake up. I quickly sat up and looked at Ethan curiously. Where am I? I am certainly not with Sara and Nanny anymore. 

"Where are we?" I asked, looking at his face. Oh, God, I felt so dizzy and my head hurt so much that I thought it was going to explode!

"We don't know yet," said Ethan, looking at me worriedly. "What happened to your head?" he asked carefully taking a leaf off my head and looking at the bloody wound. "Uh, does it hurt? Wait, I think someone disinfected your wound! It looks nicer than I thought it would!" he said, looking at the green leaf. Maybe those men weren't that bad if they disinfected my wound...As we sat in the sand, I saw a figure coming towards us. As he came closer I saw his familiar features. It was Finn. 

"Hey, you're awake! How are you feeling?" He asked and knelt down next to me and Ethan. "Sorry guys, but I have bad news...I think we are stuck on an island," he said, looking at us.

"WHAT?" Ethan and I shouted at the same time. 

"You heard me. We are stuck on an island. And, unfortunately, it seems that it is uninhabited..." No...this can't be right. Is this some kind of bad joke? This is not a fucking movie where all that is happening is tragic! Oh, why, mother Earth, oh why to me??? 

"Uhm, guys, I get that we are sad and everything, but we need to find water and some kind of food before sunset. We can't get dehydrated," he said, pulling me up from the sand. 

We went to find water but came back without any results. There was no single river or lake nearby. Although we didn't find any water, we did find some fruits; mangos and coconuts and bananas. I hope we can survive on those three for now...