Island Journal

Day One
This is Day One on this god-forsaken island. Yes, this island is beautiful. Yes, I would vacation on this island, but still I hate this island. My plane crashed into the white sand a my friend, Alice and I were heading across the Pacific Ocean, when the pilot turned around in the front seat, of the very small plane, and said that we have lost all control of the engines and we are going down into the ocean. Alice and I prayed to God to save our lives and to at least let the crash be on an island. Our prayers were answered but I must assume that we left something out or God found a loop-hole. God landed us on a deserted island with only a little supply left. We had out carry-on’s left because our other luggage was going to meet us at our final destination. I really hate small planes, they can’t carry enough stuff. In my carry on I brought some spare clothes, a pencil, a notebook, and a pencil sharpener. Of course I had the needed things of a dead cell phone, and unusable phone charger, and a static filled radio. Alice didn't have much more but she had a tooth brush and a hair brush and of course her make-up. I tried to tell her that none of that stuff other than the tooth brush was really needed because we are The ONly ONEs HERE!! Alice is already driving me crazy.
We decided to set up camp in a clearing of trees near the ocean so we could see if any other people come by. I walked the island's shore, close to camp, and I noted the features close by. A large rock with a large enough deep space to sit in on the top and not be seen. Trees, trees, trees and ....more trees, other than that the plane. We pulled it father on to the beach but it is still far enough into the water to float away. We used tarps from the plane's storage to build tents and cover the ground to sleep on. Around camp we built a fire pit and a place to store things up in the trees. We saw on animals but I am scared we are not far enough in the trees to hide form the animals or other people. This is still only day one on a deserted island. Aren't we having fun yet?


Day Two
Day Two well more like entry two, I believe it has been about three days since I last wrote to you and nothing more has happened. We are using the pages in this book to help start the fire because we found a book of matches in the plane before it drifted off to sea. God is really loving us now! Alice does no work, well she does "work" in her mind, sun bathe and sleep - this is really hard work there. I am about ready to beat her up but I can't get myself to hurt her just yet. I went searching for food and found are a few trees around that have some food on it but when I went back later, some was missing. I have a reason to believe that either someone else is here or there are animals. I am hoping the animals are getting it. The pilot has helped my find a place to dig a trench. We have decided that Alice needs to pull her own weight but we just don't know how yet. It seems as if Alice just prays we are saved instead of actually trying to be saved. Alice is also slipping off into the deep end and doesn't know who she is sometimes but only for a brief amount of time. I don't know if I am going crazy or if is is from to much sun exposure but I sometimes hear voices mumbling in the background or see a bright white light flash in front of me then disappear. I haven't told any one of these happenings and hope they go away. I have spent my time writing this down so that if I am found on this island dead maybe someone can figure out what happened. there is a stream of fresh water far out into the forest but it is to far away to bring a lot of water back to camp so I asked Alice, stupid, stupid Alice, to help me find a jug to bring a little back to camp, she said, of course, that she couldn't because she is trying to find a cell signal. Could this girl be any more stupid?? I mean she could and quite possibly is going to become more stupid as time progresses by. Fresh water - out of the question for now. I am really missing civilization and having other people around. I know I am not much of a people-person but at least there is noise. The silence is most-likely making me crazier that Alice is. Doesn't this island sound appealing now?


Day Three
Day Three, entry three is more like it. The days are blending into one and the sun seems as if it is fading into the moon every night. I sometimes see a glimpse of another world. The other world seems familiar and life something of my past. Yet there is only a fragment there. Alice has discovered my radio, she dug through my stuff, and has been trying to get a radio signal. The radio has been unsuccessful as I expected it to happen but Alice has child-like hope and is praying it works -*shout out to God* Please let the radio work for Alice if for no one else.- Alice has become crazier as the days pass and some days I believe there is no hope of her survival from me. I finally got around to digging a trench to use for the left over food stuff (examples - fish bones and banana peels). As I dug out the hoke to bury the collected stuff, I found an old ammo box buried, not very deep, filled with old things. We found a used book of matches, an unloaded gun with no extra ammo, and an old faded picture of a family that had one corner burned up. I kept the picture to myself and told the other two of my find. We kept some of the matches because they weren't used and the gun got put some where safe - the ocean floor. I don't know why I kept the picture but it reminded me of home and what I left behind. I ended up stealing Alice's phone and stamped on it. I couldn't watch her walking around like a retard trying to find a cell signal. As I walked out to my big rock I saw a small wooden boat crashed into it. Of course I scavenged the boat for supplies but there was nothing left. There were some foot prints heading up into the woods on the other side of the rock. I am scared now, an I have no intention on finding that person if I can help it. I forgot to mention earlier that the pilot has joined Alice in the deep-end of the sinking boat. Why must I be the only sensible person left?


Day Four
Day Four, well we all understand that it should be entry four. The days continue to blend into one and I can't really say how long I have been here but time continues to tick by. The picture I found is still kept on me at all times, I find a strange comfort from looking at it. Alice has gotten worse. I sometimes want to drown her in the ocean by I resisted that. She came up to me and handed me the radio as it is screaming static at me as she said "Listen! It is talking to me! Can't you hear it?"
I really don't know what I am hearing but if she believes it, I hope it makes the island better for her. The pilot has left the camp and I haven't seen him for quite some time. I hope he hasn't been killed by something out in the woods. I searched father down the beach and found some useful stuff. Rope, boards from a broken boat, and a couple of life vests. The rope will most-likely be used to tie Alice up, the boards will be used to create a sturdy shelter and the life vest can be used for pillows of some sort. My crazy stuff has not stopped; I don't know what has been going on. I hear conversations in short bursts when I am all alone and when I look out over the water I sometimes see what looks like a wall to a room. I am hoping the crazy thing happening to me go away before I get as bad as Alice. After I saw the foot prints there hasn't been a sign of other human life since then. I thought I saw a person in the woods but they sort of looked far-off and distanced, like I was just seeing them. Sensibility has been lost on the island and I don't plan on it coming back any time soon. Sanity is becoming out of the question as well. I am not crazy, I hope?


Day Five
Day Five, entry five, same thing anymore. Time has become an nonfunctional part of life. Sleep has become useless. I continue to dream about a world past the island. It seems like a hospital and everyone is closely watched. The rooms are hazy and everything looks as if it has no end. When I wake up, I am sweating and trying to catch my breath. I only got to sleep for a few minutes. Alice has become worse. I have tied a rope around her waist and then to a tree to keep here close to camp. I only did this after she broke my radio. She ran out to the shore were I was standing and said "The radio is talking again. I swear is is!"
I rolled my eyes and said "Of course it is..." But it really was, I could hear the voice and told her to hurry over so I could hear it to but she tripped on a rock and broke it. She landed on it and it broke in half. I freaked out and screamed at here and told her how stupid she is. I couldn't believe what I did, I felt like I destroyed all of her dreams and hopes. After I ran off to my rock to think, I saw Alice slowly get up off the ground and limp across the beach. I felt horrible. I wished I could take it all back and I prayed - God please forgive me for yelling at Alice. This island is making me crazy and I finally thought I had found a way off of here. Please help her. -
Yeah, I am not great at saying prayers but that is all I can do for now. I haven't gone back to camp to sleep for quiet sometime but I believe it is time to try and go back to camp for a little while. The pilot hasn't been seen and I am scared of what may have happened. If he was around I would have left camp by now. I did see another man in the woods, first I thought it was the pilot but he ran off before I could get to him. He had this look of hunger in his eyes. I believe he might just have a taste for human flesh. Is it time to follow my calling, the calling of the ocean?

Day Six
Day Six. The ocean continues to speak to me and the sun never kisses me good-night. Sleep still doesn't come easily, but I try. Alice still is slipping farther in to her own mind as she has become crazier. The dreams become less hazy and more realistic. Hoping this is still a dream and not reality, I barely sleep. My proof that is is a dream is that the ocean calls to me in my dreams. It whispers soft, hopeful things and keeps me wanting to answer. I refuse an then I decided to so back to camp for Alice if she is still there. The pilot still hasn't returned and it makes me wonder if he is still around. I can't ask Alice if he has been around because she barely knows what is going on any more. When I went to bury the fish bones, I saw a bone sticking up out of the freshly dug up dirt. I dug up the bones and found the pilot's clothes, ripped and bloody left in the hole too. I freaked out and ran back to camp to see if Alice is okay. She was okay but there was another man there. I didn't know who he was but he looked hungry. A little too hungry. He stood next to Alice as Alice pretended to be an airplane. He tried to untie her and have her walk away with him. I threw a rock at her and knocked her out. I asked him who he was. He didn't respond. Instead he attacked Alice. I can't believe he is a cannibal. He is the one who must have eaten the pilot. I ran to hide at my rock but took the long way through the trees. He left Alice and chased me but I lost him when he ran by the tree I decided to hind in. I watched him walk slowly back to my camp and dragging Alice into the woods. What is stopping me from joining the ocean's cold embrace?


Day Seven
Day Seven. The dreams become more and more like reality. The hazy parts are become more focused. The talking is less mumbled and I believe some of them are talking to me. The guilt of Alice's kidnapping continues to haunt me so I get less and less sleep every night. The tracks of the cannibal leading in circles around the woods. I am pretty sure that he is looking for me. I followed the tracks and they led to the camp that i ditched and they also led to his camp. When i sneaked up to his camp, I saw bones of some animals but also human bones. There were piles of clothes around the camp. It seemed as if he found a lot of people to eat. They must have been with him when he crashed. I did find the remaining half of Alice. Only seeing half of her scared me and I went to run away screaming but I saw glaring eyes in the trees. Survival mode came into play and I ran in and out of the trees avoiding any place he knows I would hide out at and stay. I climbed trees and found two very large trees to create a large nest to stay in. i ended up weaving leaves together to make it and then I sneaked back to my camp to grab - the rope, the life vests, the tarps and some of my remaining stuff. As I walked through the woods to the nest. I pasted by the rock and i had to make sure nothing was left there. The cannibal of course was in the trees close by. I ended up looking but I didn't see him until I was leaving. He chased me but I lost him as I ran and climbed into my trees. I hope he doesn't find me. This nest is making me feel like a bird, an awkwardly large bird. Why did I not make a nest to start with?


Day Eight
Day Eight. The feeling of an awkwardly large bird has flown away. When I sit here in the nest and pray, I pray that I won’t be found by the cannibal. The talking has become louder and louder as the time has passed. I fee as if they are trying to tell me what is going on. They talk like they are doctors and I believe they are talking about waking someone up. I am learning to ignore the voices around me. I have become more ninja like and I only travel at night. The trees are my home, my playground. I have set traps for the cannibal and I sometimes run through the trees and hit the cannibal with objects I found in the trees. The trees help me hind and the night has become my friend. I have taken the guilt of Alice’s death to heart and I am determined to avenge her death by killing the cannibal. The longer in the trees, the longer the more I fear I am losing sense. The distinction between my reality and my dreams are blending but I have learned that could be used as a weakness. The life in the woods at night has changed. The wind through the trees talk to me as the moon gives off a soft glow to light my way. The trees never give me away as I travel in between them. I have forgotten all life on the ground. The trees have become my life. My nest has been grown over and there are many branches that grew around it. Now it has become harder to see from the ground. The ocean’s call has stopped because I have turned to a survival mode instead of trying to just get by. I have seen boats in the distance and I wish I could swim out to them. Swimming always seems out of the option. Why do my options seem so so far away?


Day Nine
Day Nine. There have been no sightings of boats for quite sometime. The cannibal is getting closer to finding me. I moved my nest to another place and I hope he doesn’t find me. I have traveled back to my rock to spend some nights. I sit and watch the water come and go in the soft glow of the moon light. I make sure I head back to my nest during the day and I listen to the cannibal stomp through the forest. I have stopped sleeping at all and I am running out of energy. I have given up on killing the cannibal and Alice’s death shall not be avenged. I feel guilt from this but I have a feeling that my life shall end soon. My dreams come closer and closer to sucking me in and making it my reality. I am now having an epic battle in my head between reality and the dream. Some days the dreams win and others reality does. I continue to fight to keep my sanity. Sanity comes and goes like the ocean tides. Night turns to day quickly and I feel as if I am just waiting to die. I have gotten to the point that I move to my rock to sleep at night. I fall asleep listening to the music of the waves. The trees are starting to give me away, the leaves are falling slowly to the ground and covering the paths the cannibal uses. God if there is one thing I could ask you – it would be – can you please tell me where I should be now? Are my dreams my actually my reality?


Day Ten

Day Ten. Last sheet of paper, last stub of my pencil, and all hope has died. Everyone who was with me is dead and the cannibal is chasing me down. The ocean’s call has stopped no matter how much I cry out to it. My nest was found and I now change my living me place everyday, my rock is my sleeping place and I always feel as if I have eyes drilling holes into my back. My dreams come closer to reality, closer than ever before. The talking has become louder and clearer. I always see the ends of a room. I become dizzier as the days go on. I feel as if someone is trying to wake me from my reality. Reality – or is it a dream? I have lost all energy and I have given up on looking for food. I am slowly allowing myself to die. The cannibal has almost found me twice but each time my body took over before my mind could say “Stay.” I want the cannibal to catch me, to catch me and kill me. End my life’s miserable journey. I know my time has come and gone my dreams seem to keep me here pulling me into them. I finally let the cannibal catch me. He has tied me to a tree by my waist but I still managed to convince him to let me write. The world is fading as I see myself walking into the hospital. I feel close to fainting the closer the doctors get. The doctors are calling, as my eyes are closing and blacking out this world. “Calm down! Calm down!” I hear as the world goes black.