How could my life be this confusing?
I mean it was kind of hard before...
But this?
This island where nothing makes sense,
Where the trees try and swallow you up,
Where there are others kidnapping babies,
Killing people infront of our eyes.
Where Planes land on people.
Why are we here?
What have we done?
That was a stupid question.
We all have troubled past lives.
Every single one of us.
Hurley with his cursed numbers,
Kate with her police records,
Charlie with his addiction.
And what is with Sawyer?
They dont think we know.
They try not to let the rest of us in.
We arent stupid.
We know that the island might explode if it weren't for Hurley and his pressing a button.
We are left in the dark and have to take things into our own hands.
We interogate them,
They lie.
All their stories are different but usually one thing is the same.
Just that one thing.
We are all going to die.
We read through diaries, and notes.
We listen in when they think we are busy.
Do we not have a right to know.
Even the criminal knows but the few who are good aren't let in.
Then again thats life on the island.
This is a short thing about what another survivor thinks about the main characters and how they treat the other survivors. Please review and tell me iif you like it. Thanks alot. this is my second lost thinger and i hope to write a story but i dont know what to write. Any suggestions would be good. Thanks a million.