Journal 8:
Sunday - July 6, 2008 Brian took off for the unknown pretty early this morning. I think he's started amusing himself with figuring out how to make things with whatever he finds around the island. He is so the Professor on Gilligan's Island. And man was that guy fucking hot in his day. Anyway, I got up after Brian left and decided to find the birds again. I'm bound and determined to sketch them. Although I know there's no way to capture their real beauty without the use of color. I thought I had a pretty good idea where it was though. I went to the falls, took the same line of trees that I remember taking the other day. I must have stopped paying attention for a while. Oh, yeah...when I got so ammused with my grass ‘socks'. All I know is that nothing around me is really familiar right now. I know I've been walking for over an hour and nothing. I'm really not even sure where the beach is right now. I'm trying not to panic. I really am. I mean, it isn't even noon. I have plenty of time to find the beach and work my way back to the house. *** It's afternoon now. Probably around three or four. I still have another four hours until it gets dark. Shit. I don't want to still be in here when it gets dark. Why the hell can't I find the beach? *** Okay. It's getting too dark to walk. I found a little clump of trees and I've decided to wedge myself between them for the night. Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to try and find this place? Knowing I have no sense of direction! If I die and this journal is found, tell Brian Kinney I'm gonna haunt his ass until the day he dies! *** Monday - July 7, 2008 I think the five minutes of sleep I actually got last night completely fogged my brain. I'm not certain but I'm pretty sure I've actually turned myself around and walked for two hours the same way I came from yesterday. I'm also starting to suspect that I'm going in circles. But the entire fucking forest looks exactly the same at this point. I think I may never find my way back. *** Finally reached beach around mid-morning. I kept imagining that I was hearing the ocean until I finally realized that I was going the right way. Only I don't know how close I am to home. I could be a mile away if I go to the left or seven miles away to the right. OR vice versa. Another problem - I've run out of water. I took for granted that I wouldn't be gone long so I drank a good bit of the bottle I carried with me, yesterday morning. I was seriously thirsty this morning and tried to ration it the best I could, but...the heat was overwhelming. I need to get home soon. Only...I have to follow the beach. Which means that I can wait in the shade until afternoon when the sun is less intense, but if I do that then it's gonna be even longer before I can get food or water. I've been keeping an eye out for either and have yet to see so much as a stray coconut. Tuesday - July 8, 2008 I made it a few miles last night before I could no longer see to walk. The sky was cloudy and the moon wasn't quiet as bright as it usually is. I've stopped to take a short break now. My mouth has never been so dry. Dammit. I can't stop thinking about it. And the more I think about it the tighter my throat gets. I think I might actually swallow myself soon. My mouth will turn me inside out and I'll just gobble away at my body until there's nothing left but a void in space. Shit. WATER! *** Got in the ocean to cool off. Swallowed some water. Not a very smart move, I know. But had to have something. *** Breaking. Sun's getting too hot. Saw one of the pretty birds. Flying over me. Keeps swooping down. Reminds me of a kite. Back and forth and back and forth one the air currents. Pretty kite. Nice breeze. *** I think I see Bri coming. I yelled at him. I think I did. Maybe not. Awww he's gone now. But the bird's still here. Still watching over me. Prhty brd......... To Be Continued
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