A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompts #004 – coherent.
Signing Too Soon
I signed that paper thinking I still wanted to die. The truth was I just hadn't had the chance to regret that decision – for it to sink in that I'd tried to kill myself and survived. It wasn't until I'd established a way of life, a way of being, on the island that I realised I really didn't want to die. That I wanted to go back and fix the things I'd been running away from.
But by then I was on this no-man's land and it was impossible to go back. They'd tried: they'd made a raft and set sail I'd gone with them.
We'd been shot down as trespassing Japanese waters. I was lucky to make it back alive. Or unlucky, because at least I wouldn't still be trapped, like I am now.
Death doesn't leave any room for regret after all. Regret comes later, from being forced to live. And that was something that this island, Suicide Island, forced us to live with until we died out here, either deciding we wanted to die after all or fighting the inevitable death after realising what we really wanted to do was keep on living.