Since I’ve been on this island alone, I’ve learned two things; you’ll never know the strength of the beings around you, and you’ll never see all the weakness’ in yourself.
Food is scarce here. It’s a lot harder than I thought to be out here alone. It’s like nothing fears you- but I fear myself. It’s not the me I’ve come to know throughout my life that scares me, it’s the me that is alone here, and weak. I must survive on my own and I don’t know if I am able to trust myself with that responsibility.
I’ve lost track of time here, and I don’t know how long it has been. But I can tell you this: my wounds are still open, bleeding and festering.
I was attacked by a white bear. It wasn’t the first time that I have seen the bear and I don’t imagine that it will be the last.
I had no fear before this malicious mauling. No compassion or care for anything or anyone. But since my chest has been clawed until my ribs have shattered, and my hip has been broken so it is useless and throbbing, and my right arm has been severed and broken so severely that it no longer has feeling, my outlook has slightly changed.
I’m still Cole Matthews and I am still proving that this is something I can do alone. I just know now that I will have to work for my life- if I even live passed this beating- alone.
This is great…
So, I’m stuck somewhere in Alaska because of that stupid kid, Peter. Maybe I roughed him up a little but it’s not like he didn’t have it coming. I mean, you can’t just expect to mess with a kid like me and get away with it scuff- free. Sure I’ve picked on the kid before but that was all out of fun- this is serious. And it’s getting worse each day.
I’ve always been a crazy guy, I’ll admit it. But there’s nothing wrong with being different, right? I’ve been in and out of trouble so many times I’ve lost count.
This time I robbed a hardware store and trashed it a bit. So what?
Now I’ve been shipped off to Alaska and have these old guys telling me that all I need is healing. Circle healing to be exact. But that’s alright I guess. It’s keeping me out of jail for now. But I have no intentions of staying here, either.
I’ll play along and tell them all what they want to hear for my benefit, but I’m not staying in this place. No way. I’ll be out soon enough and show them just what it is to mess with me. It’s crazy to think they don’t already know…
Anyway, this guy Edwin, well he gave me all this stuff to survive here. He was telling be all about the animals and nature and stuff I obviously do not care about. But, of course, I listened.
But while I’m here I might as well make the best out of it, I mean, it’s only temporary. I don’t need anyone’s help to survive here- or anywhere.
So I’m out, time to burn this sucker down.