The Island Through the Little Boy with the Birthmark's View

     I lay awake crying...  Can anyone hear me.. What if...  What if  The Beastie finds me, what will he do to me.  Stop, just stop, think about mommy and how if she were here she would make it all better.  I wish she was here. 

     Shpshpshpshpshpshpshpshp!  What was that!! Oh, please don't let it find me.  I wish one of the other boys were with me...  Why did I go out by myself, why didn't I take someone with me.  Now, I'm cold, it's dark, and The Beastie is here with me.  I am so lost!

     shpshpshpshpshp!  It's getting closer! Run, run, run!!!  Why aren't my leGs obeying me?  Don't cry at a time like this, it will here me.  But, I can't, I can't run or stop crying.  Pure fear is running through me.  It's is getting closer and closer...  Maybe if I just lay down and pretend to be a big piece of grass it will leave me alone.  Maybe just maybe, it will leave me alone.  Oh my gosh, breath Larry, breath.  Why do I have to remind myself every ten seconds.

     All of a sudden, it is there right in front of me, like it can sense my fear.  IT is like nothing I have ever seen.  Oh no, it knows I am not one with the grass... It's creeping closer and closer like I am its next meal!  "AHHHHHHH!!!".....