Carol was once a happy and sunshiny girl。 But after her father died in a plane crash， she became bad and took drugs。 She had secrets in her heart and didn’t want others to know them。 When Carol went to an island， she found the host had a bigger secret than hers: he had killed a girl in a car crash。 So he needed an island to hide himself。
This is the story in Dead Man’s Island。
I think everybody has done something wrong and wants to keep the secrets in his or her heart。 But do you know， even if we can escape from others’ eyes， we can’t escape from our own hearts。
I had been told a story like this: A woman felt ill and she went to see a doctor。 The doctor examined her carefully and told the woman， ‘There is a tumor in your uterus。 You’d better take an operation immediately。’ The woman agreed。 When the doctor cut open the woman’s abdomen， he got such a big surprise—there was a baby in the uterus， not a tumor。 The doctor was sweating all over。
‘What to do? Take out the baby， or told the woman’s husband that it was just a tumor?’ ‘But … I am a doctor!’ He thought。
At last， the doctor sewed up the woman’s abdomen。 When he told the woman’s husband the truth， the man didn’t move for a while。 But then， the man jumped to the doctor， shouting at him。 He was so angry and wanted to hit the doctor。
After the accident， a friend of the doctor’s asked him ‘Why did you do so? If you took out the baby， no one knows。’
‘But I know!’ said the doctor。
I have a very similar experience。 That was a Monday， I was cleaning the classroom after school。 John， my friend came up to me。 He was looking for my maths teacher。 But the teacher had been after work。 So I told John to come again the next day。 I said to myself， if I met the maths teacher， I would tell him that John had been looking for him。
When I was on my way home， I just looked at the ground， thinking about something。 At that moment， my maths teacher came towards me and passed by。 When I realized that， it was too late。 The teacher had gone far away。
At night， when I was lying on the bed， my brain was full of the thing happened in the afternoon。 The next day， John would find the maths teacher and not think about me， just as nothing happened。 But I felt sorry for John。 I wanted to do something for him， but I didn’t。 Nobody knew what my idea was， but I knew。
Many things like the dead man on the island。 After the crash， he made himself ‘dead’ and hid on the island。 Maybe， he made others forget the crash， forget himself， but he couldn’t forget。 He always felt remorseful and locked himself in his heart house。
What others think is not important， we should listen to ourselves。
I think every one may face sad things， like relatives’ death， missing the good high school， losing your best friends。 Sometimes we feel cross and often ask ‘Why does the God do this to me?’
To let oneself feel better， we maybe do more wrong things。 But happy and free time is transient。 After that， we will have ourselves， hate life， hate everybody。