I walked through the jungle, stepping over bushes and branches, I was used to scraping up my hands and knees, having scratches all over my body, but it doesn't bother me one bit, I've grown up on this island, I haven't seen the 'real world' as some people call it, I've lived with 'them' my whole entire life, I haven't had anything different, so I guess you could call this my home.
I haven't met very many people, besides 'them' of course, the only other person I've met was a little black boy, he was younger then I was, he said his name was 'Walt', I liked him, he seemed like a nice kid, he told me about the other people, their plane had crashed on this island. I had no idea what an 'plane' was but the way he explained it to me it sounds like a bird.
After I talked to him, 'they' told me never to talk to him again, that they would decide if I could talk to anyone else or not. But I had other ideas, you see, just because I've lived with them my whole life doesn't mean I like them. I decided to leave them, so now I'm heading out of the jungle and towards the beach, because that's where 'Walt' said the other survivors lived.
I jumped over and small stream and got my shoes wet, but it didn't bother me, I decided to jog, so I would make it to the beach before dark, I thought I heard something and I turned around, but I didn't see anyone or anything, I took a couple of steps backwards, and suddenly found myself falling, I landed on the ground a couple of seconds later, my head hurt so bad I was about to cry. But I didn't, I slowly sat up and looked around, I didn't know where I was for sure, but I guessed I was pretty close to the beach, I slowly made my way to my feet, but not before I noticed the blood running down my leg, but I was used to pain, my whole life was pain.
I continued walking, but at a slower pace, I couldn't seem to move any faster because every step I took pain shot up my leg, and it wasn't just any old pain, it was a sharp burning pain, I felt like someone was sticking a burning hot knife in my leg. I tore my head scarf off of my hair and wrapped it around my cut, I still wasn't sure how I got it. Then I continued to walk, I seemed to move a lot faster after that.
I could tell I was almost at the beach, I could hear the waves crashing into each other, it made me smile, but while I was climbing down a rock, someone grabbed me and held me to the ground, I was so scared, I began to have a hard time breathing, not to mention my mouth was full of mud, I spat it out and looked up at the person who had pulled me down from the rock, it was a woman, she had dark skin, her shoulder length hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail.
A second later a man was at her side, he looked mad, but not at me, at the woman who had hurt me, he began to yell at her for pulling me down, then he turned to me and bent down. "Are you okay?" he asked as he took a look at my leg.
I nodded and sat up. "I'm f-fine," I answered, I still wasn't used to talking to people.
"I need to clean that cut," he said, his eyes pointed to the one on my leg.
I shook my head. "It's fine," I assured him, I didn't know what he meant, by 'cleaning my cut'. "Thank you." I've only heard someone use the words 'Thank you' once in my whole entire life, well, as far as I can remember, but they had told me that it was nice to say 'thank you' after someone had been nice, I wasn't sure he was trying to be nice, but he seemed like he was.
"It's pretty bad, you might get an infection." He said.
The girl who had pulled me down glared at me, she didn't look happy at all.
"It's fine!" I snapped, goodness, why can't some people just take your word for it?
"Who are you?" the girl asked as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Ana-Lucia…" Jack said softly. "I-"
"I'm just trying to find out who the hell is she!" Ana said. "She could be one of them for all we know!"
I blinked, one of them? "My name is Alex." I said.
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