To Bahorel

Jan. 19th, 2013 06:39 pm
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First of all, wow. I didn't think anyone would ever find me here. I intended to try and keep myself to myself, but I'm kinda glad you did find me.

I know this isn't really a private message back to you, but I wanted to get this out in the open so anyone else could see it and glean any information from it.

The day I got back, I did three things.

1) Wrote it all down.

2) Talked to my parents.

3) Tried to find the others on the plane who went down with me.

You're probably not going to believe this, and I'm skipping right to the end of my misadventure here, but I died. I remember dying. I got shot through with several spears. I remember not wanting to die, I remember blacking out. I remember Enjolras and Grantaire with me. We were running away from something. Likely natives. And Grantaire had crashed to the ground, but he hadn't been speared. Enjolras, I remember him turning and heading back to us and nothing else after.

I know I died. I felt myself die. It was a horrible experience and I hope to never go through that again. But I ended up waking back here in my room.

Like I said in another post, there had been others who were with us. Throughout the course of this month, they were all killed. In really weird, messed up ways. So I thought, if I ended up back here, maybe they did too!

I checked around to the other students who I know had been in the tail end.

Know what I found? Nothing. They were still missing, still presumed dead. Apparently I was the only one who ended up back here.

How the hell does that happen? I'm not special. I'd be the first one to tell you that. There were others who had more ambition, more drive, more everything on that plane. I don't know why I ended up back alive here.

I'm kinda surprised that Enjolras and Grantaire HAVE friends. I don't mean that in an offensive way, of course. They were..they were really good to me. Still have the flannel shirt that Enjolras gave me to wear because the nights were horribly cold, and it was Grantaire who tried to save my life right before I died. But they always seemed alone, and the other students either didn't like them (pissing contests) or feared them.

As for where we crashed, there were lots of speculations. Personally, I figured we ended up somewhere more centralized, but we were also told to follow a river after hiking for several days. It was a huge river, and there are only three really big rivers in Africa. I'm guessing it was the Niger.

But because I don't know too much about the location, and because I'm sure the police will have a lot of questions that they'll hate the answers to, I can't really go to them.
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