Hope in a Bottle
-Magen-
Red Shirt

Austin,

God, where do I begin? We crashed, well of course you know that by now, it probably has been all over the news. We are on an island. Where? I have no clue, its lonely here. Beth and Adam died. I found Beth, sitting in her seat strapped tight. Adam? I don't know, the plane came apart on the way down, he was sucked, out.

I feel so alone here. The others have tried to reach out to me, the doctor, funny isn't it, their is always a doctor. I mostly keep to myself, I help the other when needed. A raft is being built now, they are trying to get us off. Funny thing is, though I feel so alone here, I don't want to leave. I have to leave, we are all going to help push the raft in the water.

Pray for me, with every fiber of your being pray.

Magen

"We cannot choose we are, only what we are going to be."

A/N: Thank you, Magen, for this letter!