Todd's Survival: Difference between revisions

That night, my head injuries made me have all sorts of visions. That night, I could hear a voice from the corner telling me to come to him. I saw dark shadows in the corner of my eye. Normal items looked distorted.

 

 

That morning, I thought I heard loud banging. It was my head injury. I couldn't think right. In one night, terror filled my mind. Anxiety controlled me, served with a bit of depression. I continued to see those damn shadows moving. My mind was becoming dull, and I felt ignorant at the very least.

I had lots of conversations with Jeffrey. He told me he had a wife and two daughters by the name of Elisa and Emma. He came to work here after being declined as a doctor. So, he began to make tools for doctors. Since he was not a very social man, he decided to work alone in the woods.

 

 

God, the headaches, they still hurt. I'm still afraid to look in the corner of my eye. I had terrible nightmares. All involving Jeffrey. God, I hated these events. What started out as bad had turned into worse. Slowly, Jeffrey and I began to hate each other. Mainly because of the head injury making me a mad man.

For a few days, no plane had come. We both began to become hungry, and we were running out of patience. The plane should be here. We broke into deadly arguments often. Finally, after about a month, search planes came to the island. By that point, I had killed Jeffrey over the last bits of food and drink, leaving his body on the floor while I ate. The arguments had turned to something worse. Although, I did feel genuinely sorrowful and guilty, as I both cried and screamed at myself in rage for my evil actions on my only friend. Too bad the search planes took so long to find us.