Birds circled overhead. I feel.. drained. My lips are cracked, chapped, and dry. My skin is rough. My eyes sting. I can feel my body wanting to give up. To die. Once in awhile I open my eyes, to see if this is just a dream. It’s not. The birds are still there, and my organs are failing. I’ve been here.. how many days now? 4? I’ve been stuck on the ground. The sandy, hot, dry ground. I have sand under my fingernails and in my hair. I feel dirty. I can feel bugs crawling on me but im too scared to check if they’re burrowing into me to eat my dead skin around my injuries. Even if i wanted too, I couldn’t. I can’t sit up, I can barely even open my eyes. They’re dry. Crying for hours on end didn’t help. Maybe if I was stronger I wouldn’t be in this situation. I need help. I need water. My vocal chords are torn from screaming. From screaming for any help at all. The birds won’t go away. They’re getting closer and closer. Eventually, I close my eyes. I thought i died.

What I assume is a few hours later, I open my eyes again, and feel my skin burning. It’s sunburnt from being out in the open for so long under the blistering sun, and the birds are now pecking at me. Do they think im dead? Am I dead? Is this real? It stings. Their beaks are tearing into me, not caring that im still alive. I can’t take it anymore. Why can’t the dehydration take me already. I’m so tired.. I just want to die.