Why did Misty destroy the black box?

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I. Entry from Misty’s Diary

I found it today - the black box. I knew it would be out there somewhere, but I never thought I'd be the one to find it. It's been so long since the crash, and I thought we had buried our secrets deep enough. I knew I couldn't let anyone else find it. I had to destroy it, even though it felt like I was erasing a part of our past. I guess I just wanted to protect all of us, and I didn't want the world to know what really happened out there.

II. Life Before the Crash

Growing up, I always felt like an outsider. I never really fit in with the other kids, and I spent most of my time alone. I remember this one time in middle school when I tried to throw a birthday party. I invited everyone in my class, but nobody showed up. I sat there with my mom, surrounded by decorations and uneaten cake, feeling utterly defeated. That was just one of the many moments in my life that made me feel invisible.

When I joined the Yellowjackets soccer team, it was like I had finally found my place. I wasn't the star player, but I felt like I belonged. The girls on the team were like sisters to me, and I would have done anything for them. We had some great times together, like the night we won the regional championship. I'll never forget the feeling of pure joy as we all hugged each other, laughing and crying at the same time. It felt like we were on top of the world. Little did we know that our world was about to come crashing down.

III. The Plane Crash

I still have nightmares about the crash. The sound of the wind howling outside, the deafening roar of the engines as they struggled to keep us airborne. I remember gripping my seat, my knuckles turning white, as the plane dropped and then jerked upwards suddenly. And then there was the impact - a bone-shattering crash that knocked the breath out of me. When I finally came to my senses, I was surrounded by the wreckage of the plane, the injured and the dying. I knew that everything had changed, and that we were going to have to do whatever it took to survive.

IV. Time in the Wilderness

Out in the wilderness, it was like our lives had been turned upside down. We had to learn how to survive, how to find food, water, and shelter. There were times when we were desperate, when we thought we might not make it. But somehow, we always managed to keep going. I found that I had a knack for setting traps and foraging, which became vital for our survival. It made me feel valued, like I had a purpose within our little community.

But it wasn't all about survival. There were power struggles and tensions within the group that seemed to grow with each passing day. I remember one night when Jackie and Natalie got into a heated argument over who should lead us. It was a battle of wills that left everyone feeling uneasy. I sided with Natalie, not because I thought she was right, but because I was afraid of being on the wrong side of the divide.

And then there were the things we did, the things we never thought we'd be capable of doing. I won't go into detail, but let's just say that our moral compasses went haywire. I still struggle with the guilt and shame of the choices we made, but I try to remind myself that we were just kids, pushed to our limits by circumstances we couldn't control.

V. The Decision to Destroy the Black Box

It was during one of those long, lonely days in the wilderness when I stumbled upon the black box. I knew immediately what it was and what it could mean for all of us. It contained the last moments of our flight, the conversations, and the sounds that would reveal the truth about the crash. Part of me wanted to bring it to the others, but something held me back. I knew that its discovery could change everything, and I couldn't let that happen.

I was torn, but I finally decided to destroy the black box. I did it not just for myself, but for all of us. We were already living through a nightmare, and the thought of our secrets being revealed, our actions being scrutinized, filled me with dread. I wanted to protect my friends, to give them the chance to start over if we ever made it out of the wilderness.

So, under the cover of darkness, I took the black box deep into the woods. My heart was pounding as I found a large rock and started to smash the box into pieces. With every strike, I felt a mix of guilt and relief, knowing that I was burying our secrets along with the black box. As the final blow shattered the remains of the box, I felt a strange sense of closure. I had made a choice, and I hoped that it was the right one. At that moment, all I wanted was for us to survive and to leave the horrors of the wilderness behind us.