We were stranded on an island after our yacht sank.

Three ten years old girls starving alone for nearly a week. We decided we had to eat one of us to keep the rest alive.

I got the shortest straw.

Blood spurted out of my neck when they bit through the arteries.

My vision was slowly fading away and the last words I ever heard was my mother yelling:

"Dinner's ready girls, playtime over!"

They left my dying body on the ground.

"Don't go anywhere Jess, we'll play with you later!"