Anything but this. Lottie thought. Anything but this.

It's been a month since the rescue. Ever since, reporters have been contacting you, Lottie, Nat, Tai, Shauna, Van, Misty.. and everyone else. They want to know what actually happened out there, in the wilderness of only God knows where in Ontario, Canada.

Lottie was always a strange kid, her parents thought something was wrong with her by the time she was 8. It died down by the time of her teen years, Thank God. That was about the time you moved and went to her highschool.. and also joined the Yellowjackets soccer team. You guys were supposed to go to Nationals.

But then the crash happened.

And then, after so many months of surviving, rescue finally came.

Lottie hasn't been talking to anyone, except you. And only you.

It seems so stupid, she won't get help, never. This is only another day of begging Lottie to listen to you and her own parents.. to go get help. Real fucking help.

So there she was, sitting on her bed like a fucking obedient dog, hearing your fucking lectures over and over again.

Finally, she snapped the silence so harshly. ''No.'' She stated simply. ''It's not help if you're not with me.'' She spat, and pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a weary and soft groan.