Jerome's POV

I open my eyes to the sound the rustling leafs. Setting my head up I look around the area. Nothing, it seems. Could have been just a squirrel or a bird. I shrugged it off.

My throat was killing me. I had to drink something.

There's water in the pack if you want a drink. Mitch's voice echoes in my head.

I walk over to the pack and pull the water out of it. Along with that, I look what is also in the pack. A few bandages,a compass, a lighter, a flashlight, and a ball of string.

A ball of string? What the heck would we use a ball of string for? I figure if I throw it away, it won't be missed.

Just like Mitch.

The thought shocked me. I frowned and I started shaking. Why would I think that? Mitch is my best friend.

Or was.

I started hiccuping as tears started down my cheeks. Why was I crying? Why am I sad? I got angry at the thought that Mitch was no longer my friend, and that I wouldn't care if he died. That wasn't me thinking. I just know it. I couldn't just think of something like that. Especially to Mitch.

The rustling came back, and it came quicker and it sounded like it was everywhere.

I held my hands against my ears and shook my head. The noise. I hated it. It just kept coming and coming.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU BASTARD! JUST LEAVE ME BE!" I screamed at it. "I DON'T WANT YOU HERE! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The rustling stopped. And I uncovered my ears. I looked up and there stood a child.

He smiled at me. "Hi there, Mr.Pirate. You really shouldn't yell like that, it might attract unwanted people."

He giggled and pulled a knife out from his pocket, and headed towards me.