Leaving the Island

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Alena

Later that day I got my old suitcase from under my bed. It was for rare occasions if we ever went on a trip. Which was never.

I started packing clothes in it. I left a couple pair of clothes for the next few days though.

I decided that I needed to say goodbye to my island, so I was going to go explore some more.

I walked downstairs to find no one. I guess my parents went to go sort things out or whatever they needed to do.

I had on some jean shorts with a tank top that was a solid dark blue. I had a floral white and orange bikini underneath. I grabbed my under water camera and a small pocket knife just in case. I always take it with me because even though this island is very safe, you never know what could happen.

I walked out the door and followed the path that went directly to the cliff.

Once I arrived at the cliff, I sat down with my legs dangling over the edge. I looked forward and toke in the site before me. It was beautiful. The water was light blue and it had a glisten from the sun light. The waves weren't as strong as most days, though it was still beautiful as ever.

It was a view I could just watch forever. I never wanted to leave.

I got up and stripped off my shirt and shorts, kicking off my flip flops. I leaned over the edge and looked down. It's a long way down.

I didn't care at the moment though. I just wanted to jump. I wanted the ocean to carry me.

I toke a deep breathe and toke a big jump. I dived head first into the water. A smile on my face all the way down.

"WOOOOOOO!!" I screamed and laughed all the way down. That was so fun!

My head hit the water as my whole body was englulfed into the sea. The water was slightly warm, just like always.

I smiled as my head came up. I'm going to miss this place so much! I wish we didn't have to leave.

I got out of my thoughts and started swimming for shore. I dunked my head and openend my eyes as I look around the oceans depths. There was tiny fish swimming together and I could see the coral reefs below.

They were beautiful! The coral was a pinkish orange color and some were white. The fish were yellow and blue with white stripes🐠.The ocean is such a beautiful place, sometimes I wish I sprouted gills and could live down here.

Realizing my dream would never come true, I figured I needed to come up for air before I drown. I didn't need to drown before my new adventure in a different country! I wonder what it's like in America. I guess I'll find out in three days.

I swam to shore as I thought of how America would be like. Also how much I get to explore the new land.

I toke the path back up to the cliff to gather my clothes and my camera. I toke my camera, placing it the opposite way, which the flash is facing my direction, and snapped a photo of me sitting on the edge of the cliff looking at the water.

I usually don't take pictures of myself unless I really want to capture a moment I can look back on.

I toke a few more pictures of the surroundings and the ocean. I backed up and toke a picture of the cliff over looking the ocean, while the sun was starting to set. I did a double take for a second. The sun was setting! I've been here all day?!

Time passes by as you do the things you love.

I toke out my pocket knife. It had a red holder and a button to make the blade pop out. It had my initials, A.K, on it. I love this island, and I am a port of this island. I sat at the edge of the cliff, I cut my palm with the blade. Not enough to make me bleed to death, but enough to where a little blood would come out. I wipe the blade in my hand so the blood would be on the blade.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing this to hurt myself. I'm not suicidal or depressed because I'm alone, and I'm leaving. I just want to still be a part of the island.

Wow this sounds like a sacrafice. I start laughing to my self about how weird I am.

I smile as I full forcibly crash the knife into the earth underneath of me. My blood would seep down into the earth of the island. For where it will always mean that I am a part of the island.

I while my hand on the grass beside me, trying to get the blood off. But it still seeps out of my skin.

I need to put pressure on it so it can stop bleeding. And I don't need anyone to think I did the on purpose, or they might believe I'm trying to hurt myself. And I'm not.

So I walk back to my small house and get a wet rag to while off the blood. I get a bandage from the cupboard to rap my palm up.

People will still as questions as to why I have a bandage. I walk back to my room and pull out a black cut off glove. It has five holes for my fingers, and it's long enough to go a little past my wrist. Kind of like those boxing gloves that you only out on your hand and knuckles. Not the big one to where your beating the other person up.

Satisfied with covering up the bandage, I look at my alarm for the time. It's almost 7 pm and I'm already tired. I guess I'll go to bed a little earlier today.

I stripped off my clothes leaving me in only my underwear and hopped into my nice and warm sheets. I looked around the dark room. I could barely make out the desk in the corner and the old dresser on the oppostite wall of the bed. I will start my new adventure in two days. I wonder how it will be. Will it be fun? Or will it be a bad experience? Will I actually meet some friends?

With all these question running through my head, I still manage to fall to fall asleep.

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