H e l p M e (Pt.2)
written by ~Jayfeather(SilverStar)~
~Read to find out~
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
2
Reads
326
`~(H e l p M e)~`
Chapter 1
7:23 am-I woke up. i'm starving. i'm lonely. Please send help.
8:45 am-I'm slowly finding my way through. But i only hear the whistle of the wind and the eerie howl and hoots of creatures waiting for their next meal.
9:05 am-I'm stuck here. forever. I haven't eaten in two days. i'm slowly starting to thin. i'm slowly starting to die.
10:17 am-The sound of the loud "CRASH" of the airplane is all i can think of. i lay on the ground, with my diary as my only companion.
11:32 am-i crawled to a nearby stream. i was parched. even though it was infested by leeches and what not, i drank.
12:16 pm-I sit by a hollow. The old stream water is acting up. i feel sick. i throw up and take a nap.
1:32 pm-I awoke. my stomach still feeling strange. i hear the "hoot" of an eagle. Help me.
2:12 pm-I feel weary. I feel like i haven't eaten in years. I feel like i could sleep until the day i die. i can almost hear the church bells ring as if my funeral will arrive soon.
3:47 pm-I'm bored. I draw in my notebook, but the only thing that comes out of my broken pencil is A plane. a plane and dead bodies surrounding everything in site. all except for a little figure, that figure is me. i stand there. alone. please send help.
4:11 pm-I Need some fresh air. i walk around and look for a new place to settle. i eventually find a clearing with the closest thing to comfortable(comfortable in this woodland means about the same texture of a brick)
5:38 pm- i create some sort of bed made out of sticks and rose branches(which have a good deal of thorns left on them)It's the best thing iv'e felt since iv'e been here.
6:19 pm- I can't sleep. so i write. i write and scribble. scribble the same thing over and over.
7:12 pm-still can't rest. i'm restless. i'm laying on my deathbed as we speak. i'm going to die sooner or later. hopefully when i do pass away, i'll see my parents up there.
8:41 pm-I get up. i search for some sort of food source. but nothing shows up. i'm literally starving. Help me.
9:58 pm-I'm too depressed to do anything. the fact that i'll die soon and the last face i'll see is my dirty reflection in the marshy water makes me want to vomit.
10:49 pm- the only things i have are my notebook, watch, and a hat that my dad gave me for my 8th birthday which was about 4 years ago. i miss him. he was my best friend. i'd do anything for him.
11:56 pm-I'm sleepy, but i can;t fall asleep. all of the sudden i feel a swift movement of the wind and everything goes dark. H e l p M e...
8:45 am-I'm slowly finding my way through. But i only hear the whistle of the wind and the eerie howl and hoots of creatures waiting for their next meal.
9:05 am-I'm stuck here. forever. I haven't eaten in two days. i'm slowly starting to thin. i'm slowly starting to die.
10:17 am-The sound of the loud "CRASH" of the airplane is all i can think of. i lay on the ground, with my diary as my only companion.
11:32 am-i crawled to a nearby stream. i was parched. even though it was infested by leeches and what not, i drank.
12:16 pm-I sit by a hollow. The old stream water is acting up. i feel sick. i throw up and take a nap.
1:32 pm-I awoke. my stomach still feeling strange. i hear the "hoot" of an eagle. Help me.
2:12 pm-I feel weary. I feel like i haven't eaten in years. I feel like i could sleep until the day i die. i can almost hear the church bells ring as if my funeral will arrive soon.
3:47 pm-I'm bored. I draw in my notebook, but the only thing that comes out of my broken pencil is A plane. a plane and dead bodies surrounding everything in site. all except for a little figure, that figure is me. i stand there. alone. please send help.
4:11 pm-I Need some fresh air. i walk around and look for a new place to settle. i eventually find a clearing with the closest thing to comfortable(comfortable in this woodland means about the same texture of a brick)
5:38 pm- i create some sort of bed made out of sticks and rose branches(which have a good deal of thorns left on them)It's the best thing iv'e felt since iv'e been here.
6:19 pm- I can't sleep. so i write. i write and scribble. scribble the same thing over and over.
7:12 pm-still can't rest. i'm restless. i'm laying on my deathbed as we speak. i'm going to die sooner or later. hopefully when i do pass away, i'll see my parents up there.
8:41 pm-I get up. i search for some sort of food source. but nothing shows up. i'm literally starving. Help me.
9:58 pm-I'm too depressed to do anything. the fact that i'll die soon and the last face i'll see is my dirty reflection in the marshy water makes me want to vomit.
10:49 pm- the only things i have are my notebook, watch, and a hat that my dad gave me for my 8th birthday which was about 4 years ago. i miss him. he was my best friend. i'd do anything for him.
11:56 pm-I'm sleepy, but i can;t fall asleep. all of the sudden i feel a swift movement of the wind and everything goes dark. H e l p M e...
