was suddenly feeling very possessive of the small area. Maybe my little corner of the island wasn’t so bad after all. I could escape the drama that seemed to be growing around me. And I knew nobody except Jasmine would bother me.
I drank some coconut juice left from a couple of days ago, not caring if it was rancid. I needed fluid to quench my dry throat after my melee with Daniel’s father. Asshole!
Ugh! I really didn’t need to be dealing with all this crap! I had enough of my own shit.
Still, I wouldn’t let Daniel suffer alone if I could help it. Looking back now, I wish that I’d confided more in my parents and asked for their help. Maybe it wouldn’t have led to that final, brutal altercation.
I suppose I should really thank John for that though, because ultimately I may never have found Kyle. It was because of my brush with death that my parents had gifted me the holiday to Sapphire Island.
I hoped he was missing me as much as I was missing him. Had filming finished? What I would give to be with him right now. My yearning hadn’t dimmed. If anything it had become stronger. I prayed he still felt the same.
Sitting on my bed, I finished the rest of the coconut milk, listening to my stomach crying out for something more. It must be lunch time. My body had responded to the routine of meal times fairly rapidly and it was now letting me know rather loudly that I needed to feed it.
Where was Daniel? Had he forgotten to whistle on his way? Was he still hiding from his father? Overthinking everything was not going to get my stomach fed.
Picking up my crutches, I made my way towards lunch, hoping that when I arrived at the dining area there would be a huge spread of food.
Boy, was I sorely disappointed. Nothing! No one was even around setting up. Had I missed it or was I too early? It really sucked not having a watch or my cell phone to tell me the time. So much for relying on my stomach as a guide.
The only other option I had was to find fruit on the trees myself. There seemed to be an abundance of it around. How hard could it be?
Without a clue as to where I was going, I needled my way across tree roots and leaf litter that intersected an otherwise smooth path. At the famous fork, I deviated and headed into uncharted territory. A new picture emerged of strewn huts that one would almost call a village but not quite. More a collection of thatched shelters constructed carelessly amongst exotic shrubbery.
So this is where everyone lives. I was beginning to wonder if they had all crawled out of caves, although judging by some of these dwellings it’s not too far from the truth.
The huts were the same as mine but with more hand crafted furniture and belongings.
Faces looked up at me as I passed. Women wove baskets while a few men sharpened their primitive tools and others sat idly chatting.
I smiled and waved at a few of them, expecting nothing in return, but surprisingly a couple of people nodded and waved. It was more than I had ever received before.
Some children were even playing together, chasing and tagging each other through the trees, which made me sigh in relief to see such normalcy when in my head I believed that these people were worlds away from me in their everyday lives.
Moving further into the unknown, the small village started to thin out as the bushes started to swallow me up again.
Eyeing each tree I passed for something that resembled fruit or berries, I came up empty-handed. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go without food before I started feeling faint. There had to be something nearby.
A muffled sound broke the quiet up ahead. I was going to try and communicate with someone and ask for food. I couldn’t take it any longer. If they could at least point me in the direction of a banana tree, I’d be able to pick some anytime I was hungry in between meals. It would serve in their favor, making me less reliant.
The voices got louder, bringing me into a small clearing with another
I drank some coconut juice left from a couple of days ago, not caring if it was rancid. I needed fluid to quench my dry throat after my melee with Daniel’s father. Asshole!
Ugh! I really didn’t need to be dealing with all this crap! I had enough of my own shit.
Still, I wouldn’t let Daniel suffer alone if I could help it. Looking back now, I wish that I’d confided more in my parents and asked for their help. Maybe it wouldn’t have led to that final, brutal altercation.
I suppose I should really thank John for that though, because ultimately I may never have found Kyle. It was because of my brush with death that my parents had gifted me the holiday to Sapphire Island.
I hoped he was missing me as much as I was missing him. Had filming finished? What I would give to be with him right now. My yearning hadn’t dimmed. If anything it had become stronger. I prayed he still felt the same.
Sitting on my bed, I finished the rest of the coconut milk, listening to my stomach crying out for something more. It must be lunch time. My body had responded to the routine of meal times fairly rapidly and it was now letting me know rather loudly that I needed to feed it.
Where was Daniel? Had he forgotten to whistle on his way? Was he still hiding from his father? Overthinking everything was not going to get my stomach fed.
Picking up my crutches, I made my way towards lunch, hoping that when I arrived at the dining area there would be a huge spread of food.
Boy, was I sorely disappointed. Nothing! No one was even around setting up. Had I missed it or was I too early? It really sucked not having a watch or my cell phone to tell me the time. So much for relying on my stomach as a guide.
The only other option I had was to find fruit on the trees myself. There seemed to be an abundance of it around. How hard could it be?
Without a clue as to where I was going, I needled my way across tree roots and leaf litter that intersected an otherwise smooth path. At the famous fork, I deviated and headed into uncharted territory. A new picture emerged of strewn huts that one would almost call a village but not quite. More a collection of thatched shelters constructed carelessly amongst exotic shrubbery.
So this is where everyone lives. I was beginning to wonder if they had all crawled out of caves, although judging by some of these dwellings it’s not too far from the truth.
The huts were the same as mine but with more hand crafted furniture and belongings.
Faces looked up at me as I passed. Women wove baskets while a few men sharpened their primitive tools and others sat idly chatting.
I smiled and waved at a few of them, expecting nothing in return, but surprisingly a couple of people nodded and waved. It was more than I had ever received before.
Some children were even playing together, chasing and tagging each other through the trees, which made me sigh in relief to see such normalcy when in my head I believed that these people were worlds away from me in their everyday lives.
Moving further into the unknown, the small village started to thin out as the bushes started to swallow me up again.
Eyeing each tree I passed for something that resembled fruit or berries, I came up empty-handed. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go without food before I started feeling faint. There had to be something nearby.
A muffled sound broke the quiet up ahead. I was going to try and communicate with someone and ask for food. I couldn’t take it any longer. If they could at least point me in the direction of a banana tree, I’d be able to pick some anytime I was hungry in between meals. It would serve in their favor, making me less reliant.
The voices got louder, bringing me into a small clearing with another
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