Nostalgia

A Story by Julia Anthony

I had to write a short story for my English class and thought i might share it to get some feedback about it

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The plane started to shake. No one knew what was going on. The plane was spiraling out of control, everyone was screaming and panicking. Then all of the sudden the plane crashed and the pilot was dead,along with the 3 other women that were with us. All that was left was the man I knew from somewhere and myself. We both immediately went to each other in hopes to find a way off this huge island, but the whole time I was trying to find out where I knew him from. I knew his bright blue eyes as if I stared into them every day. It became aggravating that I struggled so hard to remember where i knew him from.

We walked and walked until it was too dark to walk anymore. So we decided to camp out next to some trees. Before I fell asleep I instantly remembered who he was and where I remembered him from. When I was about 16 I had applied for my first job. Lets just say that the amount of people that wanted a waitressing job was pretty ridiculous. Anyways, I applied for a job at a restaurant called “Sam’s”. It was one of those old style, on the corner of the street places, but everyone seemed to want to work there. When I was finished filling out the application the manager who looked literally only like 6 years older than me decided to see how I waited tables. (I assumed that that was the job i would get if i got the job there.) So i picked up a little notepad and went to my assigned table and there was this family. Cuban maybe? Anyway, i asked them what they wanted and after that was over i went to put in their order then brought their food to them. They finished surprisingly fast and i just brought them the bill and my “shift” was finished. The manager called me back over and told me a little story about the family i served. Just that, that family was his family and the boy that was my age was his son. It was really a waste of my time but i pretended to listen because i needed the job. He told me to come home with him that night. I almost 3 seconds after he said that ran out of the little corner he was talking to me in. I knew what he wanted to do but of corse once i thought i had a big lead on him i ran into a waiter and fell and got knocked out. Go figure. He took me back to his house that night, and i think you can guess what happened next. Once regained cautiousness i ran into the kitchen, whipped open the drawers and pulled out the biggest knife that he owned. I darted back into the bedroom with a full rush of adrenaline and i stabbed him as many times as i could. There was blood all over the walls. He was screaming and fighting back and i just couldn't stop. His warm velvet red blood was all of my face and clothes. Once he stopped resisting and stopped screaming i knew he was dead.

I had to kill him, I couldn't risk him knowing who I was and trying to kill me because of what I did. So until I found a way to actually kill him without any actual weapon I just acted as if I had no clue who he was. Just a stranger.

At any chance that I could I went off on my own and told him that id be back later; while I was gone I tried to make a shank from the tree branches. After about 30 minutes of sharpening the branch so it's actually sharp enough to kill someone I went back to where he was. At every chance that I could I tried to kill him but he would always do something or move before I actually could do it. I think that somehow he knows what I'm trying to do. Considering that I'm literally carrying around I huge stick with a tapered edge to it so that probably gave it away.

He told me that he would be back later, I didn't know what he was planning or what he was doing so I discretely followed him to wherever he was going. If it wasn't already obvious I didn't trust him whatsoever He went to the same exact spot that I was in and made a shank too. I guess that he wants to kill me before I kill him.

I followed him after he told me that he was going to “find food for us”. I didn't trust him whatsoever, I knew he was going into the forest to finish making his shank. I followed him for about an hour until he finally found the right branch that was thick enough and probably easy to sharpen. We both stayed in the forest for a few hours, he was sharpening the branch and I was being as quiet as I could be sitting in a bush. I was so uncomfortable, I needed to sit in a new position. Lets just say that trying to not make a sound while in a bush but also trying to move around was definitely a mission, but I did it.

I felt like someone was watching us the whole time, but then I remembered that we are on an island so its probably some form of animal. I figured that he wouldn't be done for a long time so I went to go find food. I took one step out of the bush and he heard me and immediately turned around. He kept screaming “Who’s there!” with a look on his face that was even more terrifying than knowing the fact that he wanted to kill me but I just did know when he would strike. He looked dead at me. He sprinted at me with the shank in his hands ready to end my life. I ran as fast as I could away from him but he was faster. I kept making sharp turns around trees to trick him but he knew somehow that I would do that because he was right behind me the whole time. He was running close enough to me that he could've easily killed me by now. I stopped running hoping that he would keep going so i’d have time to run further away from him.

He was right behind me the whole time even after I stopped! He kept screaming at me but I couldn't make out what he was saying. We have been running for so long that I was getting dizzy, I tried to not fall over but every step I took made it so much harder. I turned around and yelled “Stop! If you really wanted to kill me you would've done it by now! What are you waiting for! Do you need some form of closure? What do you want?” He yelled back “ I know who you are, and I know what you did. And what I ‘need’ is for everyone that you love to know what it feels like to lose someone you were so close to, I need for you to pay for what you did. We sure as hell both know that someone put us on this “vacation” together and knew that the plane didn't just ironically “crash” while we were both on it. And that everyone on that plane died except us, thats not a coincidence” I didn't know what to say, I didn't even think about someone planning all of this, but who would do that?

And just like that he forced the shank into my chest. It felt like my chest was on fire along with so much pain and I wanted to fight back but I dropped to my knees so fast. I felt a rush of blood go through my head, my body became weaker and weaker. I knew I was dying, all I saw was white. My body dropped from my knees to laying down in my own blood bath and I slowly closed my eyes and knew I was dead. You could say I had it coming.

He knew that he avenged his fathers death. As he stood up he turned around and was wiping my blood onto his pant legs he saw the dead pilots eyes starring back at him. The pilot began to walk towards him and he didn't know if he should grab the shank out of my chest to defend himself or run. The pilot came within a foot from him and stood over my body. He very slowly held out his hand to shake his. They shook hands and the pilot said,”Your father would be proud, I brought you here to do what needed to be done, now lets go home” They walked silently side by side out of the forest to a beach and onto the boat that was waiting for them. They got into the boat and the pilot started to motor, and they left the memory of the murder and his dead father behind them.