5.07 AM. Sleep was difficult last night. The pain of the memories were unbearable again. My eyes are sore, my head hurts and my body aches all over.

"Uhhhhhhh" I moan and roll over in bed to look out of the window. The sky is grey, the sound of machinery can be heard from the opposite side of the island, and I can smell the pollution fumes in the air. Just another day in paradise. I get out of bed and lean on the window sill. Every day just looks the same in this place, and it can only get worse. 

I walk to my wardrobe and pick out my favourite burgundy shirt and black jeans. I have very little clothes here, I should go out shopping, but most days, I can't bring myself to get out of this prison I live in. I quickly undress and put my clothes on. Now what to do today? I could sit in the flat all day, or I could go sit on the beach. I haven't been out in three days... so the beach it is. 

Over to the door I walk and put on my black converse, the only pair of shoes I have. I take the key from the table beside the door, I unlock it, walk out, lock the door and then put the key in my pocket. I turn right down the corridor and over to the lift. I press the button for the lift and it shudders to life. The doors open and I walk in the small shabby lift. I press the ground floor button and lean against the wall. Down it moves and I stare at the numbers moving down quickly. I arrive at the ground floor and the doors open. 

Walking out to the reception area I breathe in the pollution fumes in the air. Fresh air. I walk out the building and come to a stop. Staring out at the beach I take in the view. The sand, the sea, the dull grey sky. To the left of the beach, trees, and to the right, trees. An island I live on,  an island somewhere in the world. An island where I am alone with my thoughts and memories. 

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