My name is Diana Wilshire, 26 years old from the tribes of Maharlikans. My profession? I think I can consider myself a professional travel blogger. I write things about the places that I'm visiting. Yes, I travel. It has been my passion.
I only have one dream in life--- to visit every part of the world. To explore and experience different cultures and I want to record my journey for the whole world to know.
My mom died just a week ago due to leukemia. But before she died, she told me to live my life without regrets. So that's what I am doing right now, living my life to the fullest.
I got my mom's eyes— light brown, and I like it. Though I don't know where I got my red hair, maybe my father? Not sure cause I haven't seen him since I was born. So I coloured it with light brown.
I grew up without a father, but nonetheless, my mom never failed me.
Yes, I started my journey the day after my mother died and I decided to traverse every part of Europe so I carried a map with me. While looking for a new place to unearth, I overheard some fellow travelers talking about a mysterious island somewhere in the north side. Their stories stirred my curiosity so I boarded the same ship with them. Ha-ha.
But I have never expected a shipwreck in the middle of the ocean. At first I laughed hysterically when I thought that God must be messing with me. if he plans to take me then why now? why not yesterday and why not the day my mom died? Why didn't he take me when I was in my mother's womb? I had a lot of why's that moment.
I have witness a lot of people drown in the ocean, both young and old. I was crying back then. I wanted to help everyone, if only I have superpowers. But I felt helpless. I am just wearing a life vest while hugging an empty 16L water container to keep me floating.
After a few minutes, a life boat appeared but it was too small for the remaining floating people. everyone was swimming towards the boat. They were even fighting each other and I don't have the plan to push someone out just to save my ass. I have my conscience. Well, if this is the end of my life then I cannot do anything about it.
Then I saw the boat speed up. I look around to see people crying, praying intently towards heaven. each one wearing a vest except a young boy held by her mom. They were holding on to a broken wood. My heart ached. Those heartless fellas! They should have prioritized the young boy! I cursed silently.
I swum near them. As soon as I reached them, I slowly take off my vest and gave it to the boy. The mother is fine since she is wearing one then I saw the mother smiled at me weakly. I tried to collect some materials that are floating and tied them together. I have to use the empty water container that I have and tie it with the other one so the boy can sit on top of it while waiting for a rescue. The mother will definitely get tired after hours of holding him.
I tried to find a floating wood and I'm lucky to find one. However, fate seems to hate me this time. I don't know what sins have I committed to deserve such a punishment. A strong wind came dashing me everywhere. Then I felt the tide rising, waves starting to form. I held tightly on the wood. Now I want to scold myself as to why I gave away my life vest. But I am praying for God to spare the young boy and the mother from the fury of the ocean.
I chose to close my eyes because I am afraid to witness the rage of the wind and the sea. I might die. I don't know how many hours had passed but I am too exhausted. Though I can feel that the sea had calm a little but the wind isn't done playing with me yet. And now I am being tempted to let go off the piece of wood and just drown. I am too tired to hold on.
I can't explain in detail but a voice within me encouraged me to open my eyes. I slowly opened it but I can't open it wide. an island? yes! I can see an island! hope rose inside me. but I'm still a distant away and with my little strength left, I'm not sure if I will be able to reach the shore. But I need to try so I swim and swim and swim. Unfortunately, my body gave up though my mind was still holding on. my whole body went numb. Dang! ah, come what may.
Then I concluded, this must be the end. So I breath my last. I can sense my body drowning. Goodbye world. Goodbye. I spoke my last farewell. I totally gave up.
Wait, what is that bright light? Am I already in heaven? then I sense a hand holding my waist. Is that you saint peter? Or a black reaper, perhaps? My mind is ecstatic. Then the next thing my body remembered was being laid on the sand. The rest was a miracle.
As soon as I finished the draft of my survival story, I set up my Canon 5D Mark III DSLR to record my story. Yes, I wanted to upload it as soon as I'm done editing. I even imagine my story to go viral so I grinned. But then I remembered, my laptop isn't functioning well as well as my phone. Only my DSLR cam survived so I think I need to find a technician after my recording.
I was about to start the footage when I heard a knock on my door.
"Who is it?" I went to open the door just to see a young lady standing outside my room. I'm guessing that she's around 17 or 18 years old.
"Hi." I smiled at her. "Can I help you?"
She must be shy that's why she lowered her head. "Miss Diana, someone is looking for you. they are outside the lodge." Then she dashes out immediately without looking back.
Eh? Where did she go? I haven't asked who's looking for me yet. I'm sure that it wouldn't be Liam nor Asher since they can enter this place anytime. But what if Liam changed his mind and decided to come back to take me? I suddenly felt my cheek blushed.