[ WP ] You are stranded on a deserted island . As you scout around for survival items , you discover everything you ever lost is on the island .

Casual flight, nothing extraordinary as a test pilot. The sky is clear, the wind is slow, I'm paid per hours, there's no reason to rush, I keep telling myself. 
 
 But the truth is I do n't have anything to be in a hurry for. There's no one home waiting for me. Being an adopted kid I never really felt love coming from my `` parents'', I aways felt that they only adopted me to get that aid from the government and as I grew up this feeling just become stronger. Do n't get me wrong, there was no such a thing as hate between us they just treated me as a roommate not as their child. So as I became old enough, I moved awas as soon as possible. I think this background maybe affected my personality too, because I never have anyone in my life whom I could get intimate with... 
 
 Maybe I should get a pet. No way, Roxie, me beloved dog ran away from me when I was a kid. That ungrateful bitch. I think I'm doomed to be alone, even my work is isolating me from others. I still remember how badly I wanted this job, my dreamjob, that feels like a nightmare now. Countless hours of flying, without any interaction is just boring. Sure the landscape amazing at first, like a real life sand table, but now it just shows me how small the human really life is. Like a piece of sand in the Sahara. 
 
 I was so list in thoughts I almos flew into a stormcloud, but wait they said this plane should stand the winds in a storm so there would n't be any proplem even if I did fly into one. 
 
 Driving from quick thinking I took a sharp turn and flew inside the cloud... 
 
... The next thing I remember, that I woke up on a sandy beach. Me head felt dizzy, it was so surreal, that I somehow managed to survive without a scratch. Then came the realization: I am alone on the smallest island I've ever seen without a single thing to call for help, without food or drink. The panic took control and I fainted. 
 
 When I woke up it was elready night, so I just laid back and slept a short restless night. next day I started to wander, found out the island was n't that small but flat, like super flat. It seemed like a reef insted that comes and goes with the tide. Nice, now I can also worry about when a high-tide comes. 
 
 Storring around the reef, searching for anything helpfull, I found many small things I thought I lost. First there was this message in the bottle, I remember I was like 5 when I threw it in the ocean hoping for pirates to find it, huhu what a silly idea. Then there were these grade books I also threw into the ocean when I had bad grades. Growing up near the costs I pretty much threw everything into the water when I wanted to get rid of them. But there's still no food. 
 
 Day 5: I found more plastic bottles and made a destilling machine so I did n't get dehydratated, worst decision ever, just gave me more days to starve to death. I also found literylly everything I lost as a kid but Teddy bear and countless amount rubbers wont help me survive. I hope fore a kitchen knife now, but any sharp shell would be fine though. 
 
 Day 6: The search continous. 
 
 Day 7: Something is touching my feet, I hope it's alobset or moster and eat me alive. I wo n't open my eyes. Oh, here we go, it's near my neck now... it, it smells like a wet dog. I open my eyes slowly, it's a giant labrador, whatever, just eat me already. 
 
 Day 8: Nope she did n't. Never, ever imagined that I will see Roxie again, let alone in a situation like this. She must have been pulled away by a bigger wave when we played on the strand and being a puppy could n't swim back. Oh and I thought she left me. Although I do n't se a single way how she can be alive, maybe she is n't and it's just a weird vivid dream of mine while dying under the sun. Maybe I'm already dead antód it's the hell, or limbo where I have to face with my past. Yeah it must be the answer, or else why I'm suffering alone while finding every single thing I ever lost?! Just let me disappear already! 
 
 Day10: Ok, so apparently she learnt to swim and catch fishes, but the land was so far away she could n't swim back. Nice theory I keep saying. 
 
 Day17: Nice theory, I keep saying. I'm living on a bunch of mini reefs -can I even call it living? - and being alive only because a dog brings me raw fish. My days are filled with searching foer anything usable, oh and eating raw fish, but I usually refere to it as `` sushi''. 
 
 Day21: I made a big SOS out of half used rubbers. 
 
 Day23: I ca n't believe, I found a phone! After examining I'm sure it was also mine. I remember throwing this old Nokia into the ocean after arguing with my step-parents. Aaand it works! With shaking fingers I ring the first number that comes to my mind, I do n't even now whose, but I do n't care anymore. 
 
 
 
 
'Oh.. my.. God.. It rings.' 
 
 `` Halo...'' I say. 
 
 `` *Halo? *'' 
 
 
 -Being cast away on a deserted island for almost a month is not for everyone. I, to this day ca n't tell wheter it was a punishment from the sky or a test, maybe both. As trying to survive fighting with the elements and my own thoughts I founnd everything I lost in my life, every piece of toys pens, pennies and socks. But most importantly, I found my will to live.- 
 

