I was running through the fields of tall red and yellow flowers. I was somewhere on the mountains, I realised. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear. I stopped running and let my body fall in the sea of red. The soft bed welcomed me and in that moment nothing mattered anymore, not the fact that I was on some lonely island far away from my parents in New York or even the men that have been chasing me since the place crashed two weeks ago. A bee landed on a flower next to me. 'I have to get up' I said to myself, but the flowers and sky begged me to stay. So I did.

I woke up to find myself in a small hut. When did I get here? I got up slowly and a pain that I haven't noticed before in my arm became almost impossible to bear. The hut was cold but the blankets on me prevented me from feeling it. There was only one window and that was next to a small wooden table which had a photo of a small family of three. My head was throbbing, I don't remember feeling so miserable when I fell asleep. Had the men finally got me? The door opened with a loud creak and a man walked though. He was in his twenties and had shoulder length black hair. His eyes reflected yellow in the small amount of sunlight that shone in the room. One word jumped into my mind. Danger.

'Who are you'? I asked. My parents wouldn't approve of me talking to a stranger, but for all I know they might be dead by now.

'James'.

He put a small black bottle with some liquid in it on the table and left with the same loud creak in which he entered. The liquid in the bottle had the same colour of the strange coat of purple that was on my left arm. I sat to examine it, there were small bites covering it from my elbow down to my wrist. Must be some sort of bug. The liquid stang my skin as I poured it on the bites.

The next days proceeded in the same way. He would bring me three meals a day and give me water when I asked for it. There was a bathroom next to my bed, he must think I have everything I need to stay alive and safe here. I must get out.

'James?' I shouted from the small hole in the door. His footsteps echoed as he made his way to my room.

'Water?' He asked. I only call him when I need water, he must be used to this.

'No. I want to talk to you, I want to go back to my parents, let me go!'

After a short pause the lock of the door clicked.

The rest of the hut was no different to what I had imagined it. The wooden structure was a few meters long before stopping me in front of three doors. I walked through the kitchen, the main room and what looked like James' bedroom. Everything was very clean except his bedroom which was extremely out of order. I didn't even realise he had a cupboard under all that mess.

I sat outside the hut, gazing at the never ending valley. The only good thing about being on the run in a deserted island is the beauty of the untouched nature and life that haven't been changed or destructed by men. 'It's beautiful isn't it?' I jumped and fell off the chair that I was sitting on. He caught me before my body was able to hit the ground.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you'. He whispered. 'I...Um...It's alright I guess' was the best response I could come up with. Conversations are not my strongest skill. 'Are you hurt?'

'No I'm ok, thanks'. He helped me get back on my feet and asked what my story was, how I ended up on the Red Island. 'Red Island? Is that what you call this place?'

He found my expression amusing and with a laugh answered 'Before my plane crashed, I saw the island and it looked red. At first I thought it was a trick of my mind, but when it crashed and I started building this hut I noticed how all the flowers here are red. I planted a few more from the seeds I had in my bag but it's still mostly the same'.

'Ok. That makes sense. So then, my story'. For the next hour I described to him how my life was before the Great War, before people like us became enemies to the world. The smile on my parent's faces when I got a good mark on a test at school, how they sent me to my grandparent's in Mexico and how I realised that the plane was never meant to land there. His eyes never left mine, and when I was done I found myself crying. 'You're safe now'. He said as he hugged me.

Life became better now, carefree. We lived in peace for a month before the men found us. I remember how he promised he would keep me safe when he found me and how he did everything in his power to keep that promise. 'I'll distract them, you run. Meet me under the big tree in the King's forest'. We both knew that if he stayed he would not survive. The men do not negotiate. He extended his hand, I shook it. Embracing every last moment I had with him, remembering every detail of these last few seconds. I let go of his hand and hugged him. I wouldn't let him die alone. He realised my intentions too late and as we stayed motionless in the hut, our only place we were able to call home exploded in a million pieces, the flames took us and our freedom with it.