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Warnings: Self harm and suicidal thoughts

Description: A troubled girl just going into adulthood finds herself in another world. Without anyone else, she learns the lays of the land and may get more than what she expected from such an empty island.

Not too long ago, there was a volcanic eruption off of the coast of England. A new island was formed after a few years. The nations of the world understood what this meant for them, and they held a meeting. As usual, Germany took charge, explaining why this meeting was called on such short notice. "There will be a new personification arriving shortly. As they will not be old enough, being such a new nation, someone has to claim them in order to watch after them."

The nations fell into a state of excited whispering, England and France glaring at each other, both determined to claim the island that had formed very close to both of their countries. Germany continued, "Now, we will not have this turn out like America did," for once he had captured everyone's attention, even Greece awake and attentive, "so we will have each country state their claim. Calmly. Starting with England." He sat down as the man rose.

"Considering that the island is closest to my country-"

"That is not true, imbecile! It's close to both of us!" France interjected, but was quickly quieted by Germany's steely glare.

England cleared his throat. "As I was saying, it is closest to my country, so I should have first pick."

Germany nodded at the green-eyed man and he sat down as France rose, furiously muttering in French. "It is not closer to you! We should both go. Et see it together!" The man in the front of the room told France to sit, but nonetheless he agreed with the frenchman's idea. They would go to this new nation tomorrow and find the personification.

Not too long ago, there was a girl of age eighteen called Anabel. She was a very secluded girl, as her parents had recently died. She was left to look after her younger sister, Macy. Anabel had to get two jobs just to work off the bills and another to put food on the table. Their parents' wills had not yet been sorted out, so they were left with nothing more than a shell of a house, empty of all emotions.

Before they left, life had been very vibrant at the Kerin family. Every morning Sarah, the girls' mother, had woken earlier than she needed to in order to make a nice breakfast. Coming from an entirely french family, her food was always in that style. William, Sarah's husband, would come downstairs and turn on the television to the weather. He always had refused to watch the news in the morning, mumbling about how all it will do is bring you bad luck.

Macy would come down the stairs, tripping over her own feet because she was excited to share what she had dreamed about the night before. Anabel would follow soon after, headphones on but with a wide grin on her face. After they ate, she would rush to make the bus on time; this was her senior year and she couldn't afford to get any more detentions if she wanted to get into the school of her dreams. Sarah would walk Macy to her own bus stop, and after the bus came she and William went to work at the college. Sarah taught acting and William was a physics teacher.

One day, driving home from work, they got into a terrible accident. They died instantly and the girls had to drop everything and try to adjust to their new life. This brings us back to the current story. Anabel was in her room, working on bills. Macy was downstairs, watching television. She couldn't find the remote and she was just too short to reach the buttons on the top of the TV. Not wanting to bother her sister, she pulled over a chair, climbing on top of it. She was finally able to reach, she pressed the button. She pushed herself too much forward, though, and she fell, knocking the television on top of her with a loud noise.

Anabel ran downstairs, asking her sister if she was alright, before stopping short at the sight of her sister before her. Her eight year old sister was in a puddle of blood, eyes open and glazed over. The corner of the TV had hit her head and she was knocked unconscious. Quickly, she whipped out her phone and dialed 911, telling them where she was between sobs. They arrived minutes later, but there was nothing anyone could do. It was too late. She was gone.

The older sister was left alone in what now felt like a giant house. She went into her room and into her bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror and frowning at her image. Her jet black hair that went all the way to her butt was tangled from running her hands though it messily. Her blue-green eyes were duller than she's ever seen them, and surrounded by big red splotches, She lost her entire family within a week. She was left with nothing.

She went back into her room and sat down on her bed, lifting up her pillow and tossing it on the ground. She promised herself she wouldn't go back to this, but what choice did she have. She rolled up her sleeves and closed her eyes. She was stronger than this, wasn't she?

No, a little voice in the back of her mind spoke softly, you're not stronger than this. You've been strong for too long. Give up, theres no point now. She knew that if she argued with this voice for even a moment she would stop, but she didn't want to. She wanted it all to end. She wanted to see her family again. She picked up the razor and looks at it. There were little splotches of dried blood on the metal. She's done this before, but never to kill herself; she didn't see herself as suicidal.

Her phone started buzzing from the bedside table. She glanced over. Christine was calling. Her girlfriend. Ignoring it, she drew a thin line. The buzzing stopped, then it started again. Not wanting that to be the last sound she heard, she finally decided to answer it. "Hey," she answered, keeping her voice steady as she spoke, having only too much practice at lying through her teeth.

"Baby I just heard what happened. You alright?" Christine's soft voice flooded into her room and she sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need some time alone, you know?"
Her girlfriend let out a small laugh. "I'm pretty sure that's the opposite of what you need right now, sweetie. Want me to come over?"

"No thanks, I'm fine, really. The lawyers are coming soon, I have to get ready anyways. Talk to you later, ok?"

"Alright dear. I love you."

She bit her lip. That was all she needed. "Love you too." The call was ended just like that. She drew another thin line, beads of blood dripped out more and more, each cut deeper than the last.

In an instant there was a painful agony flooding through her veins. She couldn't help but wonder if she was dying, if this was what it felt like to be torn from your body, but the pain didn't stop. It went on for what felt like hours, and she knew something was wrong. She didn't actually go deep enough to kill herself yet.

Once it stopped, she was filled with a warm light. It made her feel safe and exhausted, so she let herself slip into unconsciousness. She had a beautiful dream; she was back with her family. Her mother, father, and sister were all waiting for her at their dinner table, smiling. She sat down, knowing now that somehow she was where she finally belonged. They talked for a long time, but still it felt too short. As the time wore on, they changed slightly. Anabel could notice a drop of blood coming from the left side of Macy's temple, staining her light blond hair and matting it down. Her mother's nose turned at an angle that seemed impossible, her brown eyes dulling. Her father had blood trickling out of the corners of his mouth.

They were all dead, she remembered. They weren't a happy family anymore. It was just her. She had to get out of there. Standing up, Anabel made a run for it, but there was nothing. The only thing in the vast whiteness was the small table they were sitting at. She had no idea where she was, but she knew she had to get out of there. She ran and ran in one direction, but it kept looping back by the table with her decaying family.

There was the sound of a twig snapping and she awoke at once, sitting up. She found herself in the middle of a clearing of a forest. Disoriented, she tried to stand and took in her surroundings. There was a small hammock made out of leaves strewn together with the stems of plants. To the left of her she could hear rushing water and she walked closer to it, curiously. It was a small stream and she suddenly realized how thirsty she was.

There was another small snap of a twig and Anabel snapped her head in that direction. Slowing moving towards it, she finds that it was a rabbit making the noise. It's scared off by her and she goes back to the stream, sitting down and listening to the frogs croak. She spends days here, still plagued by nightmares of her dead family during the nights. There are many berries that she lives off of and she found that the stream's water is clear enough that she doesn't have to worry about drinking it.

A week goes by and she is very used to her small little island by now, and has even learnt how to make small fires with twigs and brush. She cooks small animals she finds already dead as the living animals start to get closer to her and, them being her only source of company, she would rather not scare them off.

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