I can tell Lily is freezing by how much she is shaking. I bring her in for some warmth.

Soon, sweetheart. Soon

Lawson and Adam ask me when things will get better, I couldn't answer them. I don't want to remind myself that we're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere waiting, hoping, and praying. By this time the rain has died down, I can tell the damage that was dealt. Even just looking at what happened, saddens me more and the children too. What will become of us? I am scared that they are going to find us dead somewhere in the ocean I get frightened by every waking day. I began to recall the horrible plane crash, and it hit me, whenever I thought about our lives at stake and all the real lives that were lost. I started to cry because I thought about the young kids, whose lives were lost. They could have gone off to college and found a cure for a disease.

All lost.

All forgotten.

No one knew.

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The tragedy and catastrophe that my life had become.

I awaken from my thought and realize that my daughter was sick and can't stop coughing. I hear her struggling to breathe now and then. It hurts to hear how horrible it sounds knowing that you cannot do anything when your child is sick. She started to throw up blood. I knew that this wasn't a good sign. I thought she might have an ulcer. I asked myself, could things get any worse out here? As I snap back to reality, Lily is still getting sick. I feel so bad for her.

The coughing finally stopped blood surrounding her weak body. She began to cry as I began to wonder.

Could this be an ulcer?

Looking at the bigger picture, I start to wonder are we going to get out of here? My thoughts began to bother me; is this what our fate was to be? Lily starts choking harder and harder until finally, it stops. Lily looks at me as she falls to the ground gasping for air until finally, she closes her eyes. I start to cry.

Did this have to happen to us? What had we done to deserve this?

As I fall to my knees, holding my daughter in my arms. Adam and Lawson are standing around us. I hear the sobs of my son behind me. I stand up, and Adam looks at me and starts to hug me. As tears of sadness roll down my face, the thoughts and emotions of what has just happened cloud my already drained mind. I am tired of this stupid island; it just pisses me off. I have never hated anything so much.