Post by shiloh harris on May 19, 2009 18:26:08 GMT -5
have I been left here alone to die?
i know i'm breathing, but am i alive?
i know i'm breathing, but am i alive?
Shiloh sighed. She wanted to get off of this island, she wanted to go home. Not that it wasn't pretty here, it was beautiful. But it was not home, nor would it ever be. The kids weren't the greatest at consoling, not that she went to them for anything anyway. They just pretty much kept their distances from her, and she could see why. She was weird. She knew that. But people could at least try to help, right? "Some friendly people we've got on this island." She scoffed to herself quietly as she looked brokenly at the plane. She couldn't believe it'd been a whole day since the crash.
Maybe it was just her, but it seemed so much longer. Gosh, how long would it take for someone to find them? She groaned, scratching the back of her neck. When she got tired of staring at the thing, she turned around, sighed, and walked away from the horrible sight. She walked to their pathetic tent, crawled in to retrieve her old guitar. It was scratched up from the wreck but still playable, she was glad. She smiled at it lovingly and put the strap over her head, then began walking into the forest. No, she'd never really explored it before but she was going to now, she was going to have some alone time with her guitar. That was all she needed to calm down.
She thought about running, but she didn't want to mess up her guitar any more so she just walked, enjoying the sunshine and wishing she could get a tan every once in a while. She tuned her guitar while she walked until she got it just perfect, then she began strumming it to her own song, one she wrote last year thinking about her father. But it fit this situation too, and she liked it anyhow. She began humming it, not loudly at all, just quiet enough for her to hear.
While she hummed, she looked down at her clothing, which she had just thrown on this morning. A black and white striped shirt with a green shirt over that, then her baggy black pants and converse that she wore yesterday, and on her thin nose was perched green shutter glasses that exactly matched her shirt. Once satisfied with her appearance, she looked back up, and realized she was now deep into the forest. But she didn't care, she sat down on a stump, began the song again, and this time www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/krystalmeyers/rescueme.html]sang along with it.
At the end of her song she took the strap off from around her neck and stared at her guitar thoughtfully. It really was a miracle it survived, almost even more than her survival. This was the second wreck she'd ever been in, but the first she was in a car. She didn't like to think about that, though, so she pushed it from her mind and looked at her fragile hands. They were so little, she hated that. She was so little. She wanted to be healthy looking, something she had never been. She put her guitar beside her and pulled her legs up, folding her skinny arms around them. She wondered what she would be doing if the plane hadn't crashed. Would she be having the time of her life, or would she have been as miserable as she was now? A few minutes ticked by, and she decided she probably would have been miserable, because that was just how she always ended up being out of her comfort zone.
Status: done!
Credit: moi
Muse: meh, half full
Word count: 594 with codes
Tag: wiiide open :]
Song credit: krystal meyers - sos and rescue me
Outfit: CLICK
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