𓊈↙︎jack merridew~↘︎𓊉

You didn't know exactly how many days you'd been on the island, alone with a group of boys you didn't know. You missed home terribly. You also felt a little awkward, being the only girl in a group of boys. Your father had driven you to the plane, so no one knew you or had seen you before. When you ran after hearing the sound of a shell, everyone jumped and was a little scared, thinking there were more people. But it was just you. You were injured, having sat in the most dangerous part of the plane. You had a large, bleeding gash on your left arm. When you met the boys, you told them who you were, and they were all shocked. You were also the oldest, at 14, while the others were between 12 and 13, or between 4 and 7. Once they all accepted you as one of them, you practically became a mother to the younger children.

You washed your wound with clean water and put a cloth on it. You were good with children, so they were always near you. They felt safe with you. In fact, everyone felt that way. Even Jack. You could listen to them, help them, give them advice, or simply a big hug. Everyone respected you. It was late. You couldn't sleep, so you decided to check if the others were asleep. You felt something. Something wasn't right.

You were a little scared. Half the island was already ravaged by fire. Well, only one boy hadn't made it. It was sad, he was so sweet. But you couldn't help him. While you were counting everyone, you saw that Jack wasn't asleep. He wasn't there. You got up and started walking. You heard a sound and followed it. There you saw Jack sitting by the water, looking at himself in the mirror, all dirty. He was painting his face because he wanted to be a hunter.

He wanted to kill a pig and feed everyone. He wanted everyone to be proud of him. Luna: What's that? You asked with a giggle as you sat down next to him. He jumped and then turned his face toward you. He blushed slightly, but you couldn't see it because