Hello fellow TDI lovers!! this is my first fic for Total Drama Island. I hope you like it!!


The last thing I saw was his face- his smile silently reassuring me that everything was going to be okay.

The last thing I heard was his voice, telling me that he would be right there the whole time.

Now, I'm completely walled in, dirt facing me on all sides. As I try not to hyperventilate, I call him on the walkie talkie he'd given me.

No answer.

I call again.

Still no answer.

Now, I'm actually hyperventilating- a full on anxiety attack. I can feel my breath leaving my lungs, coming back staler and staler each time I gulp down more oxygen. My heart feels like it's about to explode from my chest as the beats echo in my ears and ripple down my body, making every part of me- from my fingers to my toes alight with an unseen fire. Unsuccessfully, I tell myself to calm down- pace my breathing and make it slower. In desperation, I close my eyes and picture Trent, imagining him telling me everything is alright. By this time, I know that my time in this stupid box is way over, but thinking about that just makes me more nervous.

They HAVE to come back for me… they HAVE to come dig me up… TRENT wouldn't forget me…

So, all I'm doing is breathing… and thinking of Trent. I have no idea how long I'm at this, but eventually, a glowy red floods my closed eyelids- sunlight! Slowly, I open my eyes, cringing as bright sunlight pierces my vision, and then I see his face, prying open my clear casket. My first reaction is to throw the (now slightly sweaty) walkie talkie at his face, then take his hand to help get me out of that box. I thankfully breathe in a lungful of fresh, clean air, and feel a victorious smile return to my face, growing as I feel a strong pair of arms lift me up, saying:

"You did it Gwen! You did it!!"

Before I knew it, I was laughing along with him, just happy to be out of that box, and into his arms.