49 Vicarage
Harcourt St. Anthony
SW7 2LD
United Kingdom
Ralph
26 Cromwell Place
London
SW7 2LD
United Kingdom
Dear Ralph,
At first, the island appeared to be a tropical paradise anyone who would want a break for. We had the basic necessities to survive. We had our own miniature tribe and had a somewhat government like society at least for a little while. We had many jobs and tasks and we built fires even a great one.
Surviving and rescue were supposed to be our goals. That barely happened. Some people drifted off, had other priorities, and resulted in making another group: mainly hunters. We wanted meat. We joined into their offering of a feast. We had fun. We danced and killed. The other group became savages contrary to their leader's earlier beliefs.
They were consumed by the evil that resides within all of us. They ambushed us and stole our only way of rescue. Then came another death. Just like a sow, he was nothing against the hunters, especially with his disabilities. The rock tumbled so slowly, yet too quick for anyone to do anything and the large plump boy followed the rock's previous movements into the raging sea.
I wasn't there afterward, but I do remember the smoke, just like that day we first started. What was happening? I remember some rustling in the trees and relentless incantations. I followed the sounds. Somehow we were rescued, but I know we all were never the same after that.
Do you still remember that? I do. Every day and night I remember. This experience changed me. It interferes with my every day life. It haunts my dreams and I see flashbacks whenever I close my eyes.
I can't sleep normally without the medicine the doctor prescribed. Not only that, but I have prescribed medicine for a lot of other things too. The flashbacks I get are a vivid retelling of the horrible events. I will close my eyes and see painted faces. Sometimes from the corner of my eye, I catch glimpses of an inhuman painted face smirking at me.
Nowadays, I am extremely cautious. No one knows what will be waiting for you on the other side of a door. I learned about my phobia. It came from the beastie. I'm afraid of snake-like things. I am afraid of the sea, air, and forests. That trip had not done any good for me.
Sincerely,
Percival Wemys Madison
