Stranded

My Fault

(Tom's POV)

Fuck.

We're so fucked.

Just when I thought our situation couldn't get any worse, a fucking shark appears.

Honestly, I'm not surprised.

It's all Tord's fault. If that stupid commie hadn't hit me, there would be no blood in the water, no guide for a hungry shark to find its helpless prey.

No, no that's not right.

It's my fault.

If I hadn't teased that gullible piece of shit...

God, this is all my fault...

We're both gonna get killed and it's just because of me...

Maybe I deserve this...

For being such a jerk, such an asshole, such a...

Such a...

Such a pathetic excuse for a friend.

I cover my face with my hands, sobbing quietly. The tears flow freely now. The blood has come to a stop.

This is the end...

And it's all my fault.

I close my eyes and try to relax. Does dying hurt more when your stressed? Does stress increase pain? What is it like dying? Questions about my death run wild through my mind and I shake my head, trying to calm down the rampaging thoughts. Better to just get this over with...

Wait...

Where's the shark?

I open my eyes and look around, seeing no fin in sight. A light drizzle has started to fall, and the dark clouds overhead make the water look ominous and unpredictable.

What happened?

My eyes widen as I look around the raft.

Where's Tord?