Your love is my drug

by XtheawesomeX

Strong and tenacious, she's been captured twice but she didn't give in so easily, ever since then a lot of countries go to her home to relax and admire the island that she's from but even some of the countries want to have her for themselves since she's so beautiful.

2. A new country?

Chapter one: Spanish and British rule

I was kept in a cage and I sighed "Why did I try to fight back against Spaniards?" I sighed and I heard the door unlock "Oh hello there little Jamaica" Spain spoke and I ignored him "Oh come on it could be worse I could've killed you" He said sadly which made me look at him "Okay I guess you have a point since I'm still living but…Why do you want control over me?" I asked "Jamaica…you're a very beautiful young island but if someone else had control over you who knows what could've happened" Spain said and I sighed "You have a point boss man" I responded and he looked at me funny "Sorry it's a habit" I spoke and he nodded.

A few years pass by and I've grown accustomed to the Spanish rule and I was quite content but I still wanted to be free and as the months passed by Spain was growing weaker and I felt bad for him so I tried my best to nurse him back to health but it wasn't enough and he decided to let me go free.

I was sad Spain was like a father figure to me and I grew so accustomed to him but I guess it was the best thing to do.

I was free for a little bit until the British washed up on my shore and demanded me to surrender but I didn't give in so easily but eventually I was at my limit and I thought I was going to die…I mean the torture I endured just to get by everyday and the fact that they forced their customs onto me made me very pissed off and started to get more rebellious and eventually I broke free and became the island I am today.

I walked around my homeland and ate some juicy mangos that I bought at the farmer's market. The fruit's juices dribbled down my chin and I sighed. "Mhmm yummy mangos, so sweet and ripe and juicy!" My little self exclaimed as I wore my sundress that was the color of my island's flag, the basket of fruits I carried around were so tempting for me to eat but I made myself wait until I got in my little house and ate them there.

I sighed and began eating the fresh fruits, yea I could anything and still want more I guess since my culture loves food and cooking we have a taste for food.

The low tides came in and I looked to see someone walking along my beach I just thought it was one of the visitors or residents but I decided to go and check it out and I walked out my house and saw someone in military uniform and my first instinct was to get my knife and slit that persons throat but as I examined the person I realized it was another country but I still clutched my knife.