Surviving with you.

Chapter 7.

Daddy Newson af. Damn we see where Alex gets his good looks

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Everyone is dressed in black. Ladies covered in jewels that are a pure pearl and beautiful cream colored pumps and men where cream hats and loafers but when you take those things away it's just dull black dresses and all black tuxedos. 

Alex and I sit in chairs wearing the same things as everyone else. 

"Who's funeral is this?" I ask Alex. 

"No one knows until they open the coffin, they call it an unidentified funeral." Alex replies.

I stare at the beautifully designed diamond crusted coffin. Who could be inside there?

A dark figure, that just looks as a black shadow to the eye, walks to the podium and asks everyone to be seated. It begins a eulogy for the deathly departed but mentions no traits or names of them. 

"May I have Remington Claire and Alex Newson up to the coffin, please?" It more of demands then asks. 

Alex and I make our way to the front of the passage way and put our hands on the coffin and lift. I stagger back when I see Alex and I inside the coffin. I look back to the figure on the podium but it is now the helicopter man, smirking an evil smirk towards me. I turn to Alex to find him disapating into thin air, piece by piece.

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Alex and I have been on this island for 4 months now. No trace of anything. No trace of anyone. I have lost weight , a lot. I don't want to eat at all. I want to be home or have another human around. The worst part is the nightmares. I wake up every night in a sweat and warm tears streaming their way down my face. I hate it.

"I can't be here anymore. I can't be here anymore." I repeat in a sort of crecendo that never seems to end. 

Alex has become used to my mental behavior but he shakes his head everytime I have an anxiety attack because I have told him he can't do anything. I have anxiety and he can't help that I am purely a disorder.

"Remi, please stop." He cries as my crecendo continues.

I hate him. Every ounce of him. I hate how strong he is. I hate how he dosent have to deal with these nightmares. I hate how he dosent have problems eating. I hate how he cares for me. I hate how he has so much help in him for me. I hate it.

I stand up and begin throwing weak punches at his torso but he just smiles and engulfs me in a hug. I still punch him with all I have even though I know it causes no pain. I give up and just cry. I'm sitting here crying my heart out into Alex's chest. I'm not strong enough and i've finally cracked.

That night I go to bed but I have no nightmare. I wake up the next morning to a commotion near shore. A small life boat has pulled up to shore and theres someone in it. A boy around my age step's out of the boat in pure panic.

"What happened? Who are you? Where am I ?" The young man asks as he steps out of the small inflated boat.

Alex and I run to the boy and tell him who we are and where he is. He looks utterly confused and worried. 

He explains that he was at a boat party until he was pushed off and a storm started. He made it to the life boat attached to the larger yacht before the yacht pulled away and left him stranded. The storm picked up and his boat was carried far away from shore until he ended up here. 

We told him to would be alright and that he could dry off and lay down on Alex's "bed".

Alex and I searched the lifeboat and found a flaregun and some batteries. I have gained a little hope with the arrival of the boy but I still have a long way to go. We sit around a fire that night while Alex cooks up a trout he caught earlier. We discuss how we got here and about the boy's life. We all lay down after Alex sets up a leaf bed for the new arrival until I realize I never caught his name.

"What's your name?" I ask weakly, as I struggle to hold myself on my elbow.

"George." He smiles and then drift's peacefully to sleep.

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Hey, it's Rylie. :) I just wanted to welcome George to our little island family. x) This character is very important to me and i'm glad I added him to the story ^.^