Soundtrack: The Future Is Now - The Offsprings

My first Lord of The Flies fanfiction, guys! And I'm going mainstream and doing the whole Girl on The Island thing, though I'm doing it quite differently from others. You'll see in a minute! Anyways, before I start, I'd like to inform that I've set the time to the twentieth century, simply because I don't want to go all oldschool on the story having to be all hung up with phrases and other things. Also, I'm not British and although I'm not American either, I'll be more accurate if the characters are form the United States, so well just stick to that, Okay? :) Sorry, I'm dragging this note out, for sure. Anyways, read the one at the bottom too, if you need some more explaining, I don't know.

Hope you enjoy! :D

LAST REGRETS

The pencil was shaking in her hand as the tip of it touched the still empty paper before her. She took a deep breath, trying - and failing - at calming herself. Anxiety had been a quite common symptom of hers over the past couple of weeks. That, alongside paranoia and borderline suicidal.

Resting her head in her hands, she stared at arms sticking out from each side of her head, the fresh slashes drawn across them. This was why she was assigned to write things down. They'd told her it would help, that it would make it easier to forget. But how could this possibly help her forgetting, when she was now pressuring herself to remember?!

Anyways, she'd been procrastinating for the past six days, hiding the book in the back of her closet so that she wouldn't have to spot it anywhere near her presence, even when empty. But tomorrow she would be returning to the doctors office. And she needed to at least have written something! Something to show that she was willing to cooperate. Something to show that she was walking the road of recovery, no matter how many worn out her legs were and how she stumbled at every cross and turn.

Just breath, she told herself, her entire body shaking as she tried to dig up at least one memory of her past. One that she could write down and share tomorrow. She knew she'd be getting in trouble if she didn't. More trouble, anyways. And she certainly did not want that.

Glaring daggers at the plain peace of sheet before her, she brushed the lead of her pencil across the parchment and started writing.

It all started with the sailing trip. My parents had been pestering my principal nonstop about getting me and my brother off school for a week and they finally agreed to it due to our straight A's. Well, my straight A's anyways. Saying the same for my brother would be a lie.

So I was lying on the deck of the sailboat when it happened. 45 minutes into getting that lovely tan I'd been longing for, I was excited to return to home for the pleasure of showing it off to my friends. I was currently switching songs on my iPod, and that was when the weather took an unexpected turn.

One moment; the sun had been blooming on the cloudless sky as the waves softly bruised the Catamaran we'd been renting. The next thing I knew; the sun was blocked by a net of grey as thunder came crashing down onto the sea surrounding my entire family.

I could hear the sound of the kitchen equipment down under deck falling onto the ground, harmonizing chaotically with the hysteric faint calls from my dad. Turning around I found him clutching the steering wheel of the boat as it rocked from side to side. My mom and brother where holding onto the ropes of the boat for dear life as they tried to lower the sails to gain some control of the ship.

Grabbing my iPod in one hand and holding onto the railing on the side of the boat, I slowly made it towards the back where my dad was steering without a single clue of the destination.

'Get downstairs!' he yelled. 'Find the lifejackets!'. I fought the urge to retort some snarky comment at him as always, but instead I fought against the force of the strong wind and made it to the entrance of the lower compartment.

I'd expected it to be easier walking around freely downstairs, but walking down the staircase was even more challenging then being up on deck. A wave collided with the side of the boat causing my wrist to collide with the floor as I tumbled to the ground in a heap of pain and sour curses.

IPod forgotten, I got up supporting my self with my one still functioning hand, stumbling back and forth struggling to gain balance as the ship would not stay still. Another wave hit the side of the ship and sent me flying across the small kitchen, crashing into the door leading to the bedrooms. It swung open by the force of my body, yet didn't lower my fall by the slightest.

Lying on the ground I struggled with getting back up again, my arms shaking hysterically. My dad was calling again, but this time, he wasn't calling for me. I realized my mom was screaming to and I could faintly make out the name of my brother being called out. When I turned to look out of the tiny window that lead to the deck I only saw my mom standing my the sails and it took me multiple long, life draining seconds to realize that he was thrown off deck.

Running to fetch the life jackets, the door swung shut in the process, and when I returned to the exit, it wouldn't budge.

Screaming, I hit my knuckles against the smooth wood, my broken wrist pounding at the impact, my throat turning dry as I kept screaming the name of my brother and when I no longer heard the voices of my parents; I cried out for them too.

At last, the ship made impact with what felt like a reef and the last thing I was able to comprehend was how having your head thrown up against a door knob hurts like hell. And that was when I blacked out.

She was called back to reality by the voice of the woman downstairs.

'Mallory! It's time for dinner!' the woman called, her voice cheerful and carefree, as if none of the unfortunate events occurring in the world could ever get to her.

She wished she was that lucky.

So, you may or may not be hating me for switching the point of views from first to third person. I know for a fact that I hate it when people do that in stories, but maybe you noticed a pattern in this one? Anyways, for those of you that didn't: This girl - Mallory - is writing about her past experiences of being stuck at an island with all these boys. Every time I write someones thoughts (like in the beginning when she tells herself to "just breathe"), I'll be writing them in cursive and also in first person as for the fact that it's their thoughts. So that is kind of what I decided to do. In every chapter there will be around 100-500 words of her sitting around in her room writing this, and it's all building up for the ending. Anyways, I'm not giving you more then this. You'll have to figure the rest of it out on your own! ;)

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