By Robert Collings, Class of 2027

Shipwreck 

“Huh? Where am I. I’m so confused, am I on a ship?” I was startled when I awoke on a ship and didn’t remember anything about myself. I don’t even know my own name. But it’s just me. I don’t even need a name. I have a porthole in the ship. I open the hatch and see water for miles with no island in sight. “I must have been out for a while.” Right as I say that the window cracks and water pours in at a rapid pace.

Before I could even react the water is already up to my shins. l panic but realize that won’t help at all, I run through the water already up to my thighs I make it to the door it’s knob is gnarled, I try to open the door, it won’t even budge I scream. I can’t panic. My heart speeds up. I need more air. I sprint over to the boiler and climb up. 

Then I dart up the burner and I start to cry “I’m going to die!” I was evoked with fear as the water came up to my neck. My tears burst out and I said a prayer because it was a conviction. I could feel the water in my mouth. I took one last breath and banged on the door. Then the ship rapidly moved and my head hit the wall. The last thing I remember is the ship ripping in half with me still inside…

Stranded 

I woke up on a beach. It was hard to see my eyes had salt water in them, my head was throbbing and my ears were ringing. But I was alive and that’s all that matters but I am lost and still don’t know who I am but at least I know where I’m from. I got up and walked towards the trees. The sun was beaming. I could already feel sweat on my forehead. As I got to the tree line I heard a voice but I did not know what they said I ran to the voice and as I pushed through the brush I heard the same voice but louder I still could not understand what he was saying. 

Then I got through the brush and I saw a gun pointed straight at me and holding it was a about 6 foot male with black hair, a short black beard and brown eyes. He had a desert camo uniform with an Iranian flag and hazel skin. I bolted. He fired at me but all his shots missed and he screamed something. Were there more of them? Are they trying to kill me?

I got to a building and creeped inside. I heard voices from outside. I looked out the door and saw one on the promenade. He saw me and his face became spectral when he saw me. He raised his gun. I had reluctance but I still put my hands up. They were going to take me somewhere his buddy’s came and one of them bashed me in the head with the butt his AR. I felt blood coming out of my nose. He struck again and it all went black.

⚠️Caution trigger warning⚠️

Death camp

 When I awoke  a flock of people gathered around me. They looked half dead with skinny bones. You could even see their ribs popping out of their chest! It looked like they hadn’t eaten in days. I was tired but I mustered out the words 

“w-whe-where a-am I-I” I said, feeling like absolute dog $#!% (I can’t say that word in school)

One of them who was more normal but not strong said “welcome to the death camp trust me you wont stay long, the gas chambers will get you soon enough fella. What’s your name?” I was surprised to hear English I tried to speak but I could not speak. I get up and try to walk around but I fall into a puddle letting me make out the letters ING on my sweatshirt. I wonder if this is my last name? Wait no that would not make any sense it has to be a part of my last name. My sweater is still covered with mud and it stinks. “I’ll get you water, you are messed up” The strong man said. That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out again.

I gasped! I was alive! I was some old cafeteria on a table the strong man was there holding a glass of water 

“Here, drink this. It will help“ He handed me the glass and took a big gulp. I could feel the water soaking my throat. It felt so good. I could finally talk „Where are we?“ he replied with “Hell. by the way I‘m James what about you“

I didn’t have a name or I did not know my name so I made one up on the spot  “Uhh Im Daniel“. I noticed a severed hand on the floor. Lots of brutality. I smelled something really really stinky I look out the window and threw up“it smells like burning flesh“ I said 

“Maybe because that’s what it is.” James said. “But where is it coming from” I replied 

“Remember the gas chambers from earlier, after they die they burn them in furnaces” James explained. Right as he said that a soldier busted through the door with a person he was singing a creepy roundelay. He had definitely lost his mind. How long was he in this hellish place? What did he even do? 

The soldier threw the man into a wall.

CRACK!

The poor guy was shot dead on the floor. The soldier left glaring at us on his way out. “That was Billy he was forced to be nocturnal to protect the camp a few weeks ago he refused now he knows that he was gonna die and he went insane” 

The door busted open the same soldier walked in 

CRACK! James fell dead 

CRACK! CRACK!   Those were the last words I heard.