[ WP ] You wake up on an Island . Tell me about it .

I slowly wake as the sun rises from the ocean. The first morning it was breath taking, almost surreal in its beauty. Now all I see is the death that will almost assuredly come. All I can do now is wait. 
 
 The first day after the crash was the easiest, because I still felt the poisonous appeal of hope. I told myself time and time again that one day I would awake to the distant buzz of a helicopter or a boat or anything for fucks sake. Now I know the truth, the awful, gut wrenching truth that I will never go home. I will never see my wife's smile as I come home from work. I will never again have the chance to be angry at my children for breaking some stupid material thing. I will never hear them giggle at another joke I looked up just for them. 
 
 I look around for the beacon that I once worshiped more intensely than any deity. I see it next to the palm fronds that I had attempted to make in to a shelter. Silly me, how could I ever think to get a reprieve from this undying torridity. It was still blinking that hateful, mocking light that had provided fuel for my hope for the first week. I remember when I found it after the crash, almost crying, praising the heavens for bestowing this precious gift to me. Now I know it was just a slap in the face, salt in the wound if you will. It's nothing but a reminder that I will die here with no one looking for me, but still I look ever day. I check it's still blinking, and in some small corner of my battered soul I refill my daily supply of idiotic, pointless hope. I check nonetheless. 
 
 After I check my artifact of pain, I proceed with my daily routine. I walk over to the emergency pack I found along with the beacon, and 
 get one of the small water packets that I found within. Carefully, I rip the top off and gingerly pour the contents down my throat. God I hate the taste of this shit. It's like I'm chugging a pack of chlorine. 
 
 I do n't know how much more I can take this. It gets harder everyday. Forcing myself to eat and drink these rations when I know that I just delaying the inevitable. All I want is for it to end one way or another but I'm too much of a puss to end it myself. Regardless of how it ends I hope that my family never has to see me afterwards. Hopefully I just wo n't wake up tomorrow.
