Charlie's Fine

Fate has made my life crazy. Where did things go wrong? Do I blame myself? My band? I just don't know. Here I am, stuck on an island, a survivor of a plane crash. My, look how fortunate you are Charlie.

I suppose things could have been worse. The band, my band, we're making a comeback. But, will I be there to play? Our hit, our one hit, that can't be all. I just don't want to be known as the guy who only belted out, "You all everybody! You all everybody!" I'm so much more than just that. When I get off this island, if I ever, it's right back to the studio. Back to it all…

Addiction. It's such a ridiculous word. Yet, I embody it. It took just one time, just one hit, and now this. I can't stop; my body yearns for it. I need it to go on, especially with everything that's happened. It's a horrible, vile thing, I know. But the buzz, the rush, whatever you want to call it, that's what it's all about.
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I remember the crash. It's still a little bit fuzzy in my mind. The sudden jerks, then the freefalling, at first everything seemed surreal. The drugs were taking affect. I felt the fear rushing in and out. My mind, it wasn't really functioning. Somehow, I was still there. I scrambled to get into a seat and get buckled in. The oxygen mask dangled in front of my face, it looked rather silly. What does the air do for me? Nothing. I put it on, half panicked, half dazed. The plane is plummeting towards someplace. Is my end almost near? I laugh. What a way to die Charlie? The last thing I remember before we hit was the terrible crunching noise.

The beach, I walked around it uncertain. The waves coming in, flowing over dead bodies and debris, where was I? I looked around, people were scattered everywhere. A pregnant lady was crying and throwing up into the sea, a man with cuts on his face was helping her back to shore. I hope her baby will be okay. Fire and smoke was in the air. I breathed it in and fell against the stump of a palm tree. The chaos, the drama, I started to feel afraid.

No, no, no, I won't give in again. But just one more hit, I need it. No! I can't handle this. Stay strong Charlie. No…

The feel of the drugs as it takes my brain into another place; the killing of my brain cells as it creates the illusions that make this high better than real life. I sat there, under the shade of the tree, and felt nothing.

I ran into the man with cuts on his face. He told me to comfort the pregnant lady. I nodded my head slowly and walked over to her.

She looked like she was in her early twenties. She was breathing heavily and clutching her stomach. I didn't know what to do. I'm not a doctor! All I could do was rub her back and look after her. Bloody 'ell! What am I going to do!