Magix39

The Babysitter of the Island I ran down the beach faster than my legs had ever taken me. My bare feet bled when they scraped against the seashells embed in the sand, but I continued not to care. I had survived on little nourishment for a little over two weeks, and I had cut, bruised, injured and gashed myself time and time again, suffering from far worse injuries. I had no time to worry about my feet. I continued to listen for the screaming that had suddenly erupted a few minutes beforehand. Hearing nothing more than the rustling of trees and the sounds of the waves rising and falling along the shoreline for quite some time, I had jumped wh