"You have been sentenced to life in prison. Your ship will leave tomorrow for the island. Gather your things." When you've been decided a criminal, you're a criminal. There are no ifs, ands, or buts; whether you did the crime or not. Courts and juries are no longer used. If the authorities think you've done it, there's nothing anyone can do about your impending sentence. Being sent to the island is devastating, no matter how long you have to be there. No contact with the outside world, no way to reach your loved ones. It might be set up to appear more humane, more free than prisons of the past, but looks can be deceiving. On the way to the island, the huge prison ship begins to sink. There's no reason for it. Not from a storm, not from an iceberg. The ship just goes down. It's up to the remaining eleven survivors to discover why, and make sure they stay alive while doing so. * * * * * * * * * * Accomplishments: Featured! #37 in Sci-fi #1 in #BreakStereotypes * * * * * * * * * * * The gorgeous (and royalty free!) cover for this book was made by @CosmicGraphics Book started during #NaNoWriMo2016 and will be finished in 2017 Note: This book is published on WATTPAD ONLY! If you're reading this from another site, please go to Wattpad.com to continue reading and scan your device for any viruses you may have attained while on one of these so called 'mirror sites.'

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***