Alone...

Part 1

It's hot and windy out here. I often can't find food or water, but yet I am still alive. My dark lips are cracking more and more every day and my complexioned skin is dried out. At the age of five I was abandoned in The Kalahari Desert by my Mother and Father. I am now 14 years of age and have learnt to cope in the wilderness. Everyone has a place to call home, my home is made out of large sticks and rocks. Its only small but it's enough. My rags around my waist are the skin of a gazelle that was passing by my hut one day. The meat of the Gazelle was a once in a lifetime meal for me and the bones leftover were used to create carving knives. Different parts of the Gazelle were used as the ingredients of my djembe along with some wood from the few trees that are out here in the Desert. I would always see my culture playing the djembe when I was young, therefore I decided to make one. I don't remember my Mother and Father very much, but I do remember the sound of them weeping as they left me behind. All they left for me was some fruit and water. I still have the basket they weaved for the supplies they left. For all these years, I have searched every last bit of The Kalahari Desert, to find a way out. But it is impossible. No matter how hard I try I will be alone, stuck here for the rest of my life.

I was so desperate for water that I decided to go searching throughout the desert for any sign of water. I brought with me the weaved basket with some of my carving knives inside and sticks and stones to create a fire if necessary. I walked for hours and hours onwards on the rough sand, until I was so dehydrated that I fell to my knees where a large hole opened beneath me. I was falling for what seemed like two whole minutes. When I had reached a solid surface, I rubbed my now sore back and stood up. My vision was blurry but I could just make out some small rocks scattered on the ground and tall grey walls arching over me, to create a tunnel. Searching around me for my basket, it is nowhere in sight. Until suddenly I place my hand down on a sharp object. I pick it up and bring it closer to my face so that I can see it and I then realise that it is one of my carving knives. I continue to search for a little while longer and find the rest of my supplies. It was extremely dark so I had to feel the walls around me to find my way. Walking through the tunnel I start to panic, as I don't know how I will find my way back home. I am scared.

The tunnel lead me to a small cave where I set my things down and decided to rest there for the night. I place a few of my sticks down on the ground and then I rub two of my stones together to create a spark. Finally, after many attempts, I blow gently on the small flame that I made and watch as it grows bigger. Now that I have a light I look around at my surroundings and see just as I suspected, nothing but grey walls and rocks. I put my basket and supplies next to me and lay down. After tossing and turning I manage to fall asleep.

I am awoken by a high-pitched sound. It echoes throughout the tunnel walls and rebounds back to me. An adrenaline rush runs up my body forcing me to sit up right. The fire I had made is no longer alive. I instantly pick up two more stones and try to relight the fire but the sticks are already into smithereens. The sound continues to echo as I begin to walk once again down the never-ending tunnels. The sound gets louder and louder with every step I take, until it seems as if it is right behind me. Turning around slowly the sight I see frightens me so much that I run as fast as I can, towards a sharp turn at the end of the tunnel that I am in. I have now turned so many corners that I have lost count. Looking behind me once more I realise that I have outran the group of bats that were chasing me. As my breathing reaches its normal pace, I sit down on the solid surface underneath me. I set my things down beside me and slowly without my control my eyes are no longer able to stay open.

Authors note:

Hey guys, haven't wrote in so long so I am sorry if this is not my best story and I will be updating every Sunday from now on! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!