Survive

The first thing that registers through my brain is that my head hurt. It hurts a lot. Like really bad. What happened?

I decide, after much thought, that opening my eyes might help me figure out where I am. So I open them just a crack at first. Blinding light makes me shut them again. For several moments I just lay there. But where am I?

Warm, soft sand, I think that's what it is, is under me. Sun is beating down on me. I can hear waves hitting a shore. I can hear screaming and crying. I can smell salt water and tropical forest and...Wait. Screaming? Crying?

I quickly open my eyes and sit up. Too fast. My head spins and I bring my hand to my forehead. When I bring it back, there is warm, red blood on my fingers. Screaming and crying people first. I get on my hands and knees. I begin my first attempt at getting up. Several attempts follow before I am on my feet. I take slow cautious steps, staring at where my steps are rather than around me.

When I look up I gasp. Our plane, which what seemed like only minutes ago was in the air, is now half in the water and half in the trees and beach. Part of it is in flames while the other part has the top completely ripped off.

Survivors. I should be looking for survivors. The screaming and crying people. I spin in a complete circle while looking for them. I see bodies on the plane, beach, jungle, and water. I try to look for the moving ones but my brain isn't working right.

I hear a shout saying, "help!" I look around but I don't see anyone moving. "On the plane," the voice yells again before suddenly screaming out, "fire." I don't think. I just run as fast as I can, and in this state it isn't too fast, toward the plane.

The non-burning part is in the water. I step in, sliding a little due to the shoe I have on one foot. I quickly kick it off, a little uncoordinatly but it is kicked off in the end. I wade into the water and struggle over to the plane. I climb onto a place where, I think, the door used to be. I can't see much in the plane because of the smoke and the still blinding light. You'd think I'd get used to it but it still hurt. There are dead bodies, the pilot and most of the flight attendants that I have to step over.

The first few rows of seats are destroyed but there are no bodies so they either flew out in the wreckage or got out safely. I'm hoping for the second option but seeing as I'm the only one up so far, I'm guessing it's the first. Back to the task at hand.

I finally see three girls who look like they might be alive. I know for sure one of them was. She is trying to unbuckle her seatbelt but it is stuck tight. The girl next to her is unconscious but I think I see her breathing, I hope she is breathing. The girl across the aisle is in shock, her mouth wide open with a glazed look in her eyes. It doesn't even register who the girls are...I just know I had to save them. I quickly glance around to see anything sharp enough to cut the seatbelt. I find a jagged pole, not sure where it came from and I can't care less. I grab it and hurry back to the girls.

"Skylar," the girl gasps. She struggles some more and I hold up the pole. It seems like she is trying to merge with the seat because she pushes back as far as she can with a scared look on her face. Did she really think I was trying to hurt her? Why would she think that?

I quickly cut it. It isn't that quick because it is long enough that she figures out what I am doing and tries to help me. She then unbuckles the unconscious one, so she probably is alive, as I turn to the girl in shock. I unbuckle her and pull her to her feet. She seems to be able to follow perfectly fine. I pull her to the front and help her, and the other two girls, off it. I then carry the unconscious girl to shore with the other two trailing behind.

Placing the girl on the sand, far enough away from the water that she won't drown, I turn to the other girls.

"Look for survivors," I say before I stumble back to the plane. I hope she is looking and not freaking out. Some of these people may need medical attention immediately. I quickly climb on again. The fire has spread.

I quickly start opening the overhead compartments. I grab out as many bags as I can, hoping that something will be useful. I make at least two trips, throwing them as close to the shore as I can before running back to get more. There isn’t nearly enough but hopefully we can survive with this stuff long enough to be rescued.

A scream breaks through my thoughts. It is coming from the back of the plane. In the middle of the fire. Again I don't think, I really should think before throwing myself in these life threatening situations, I just run. I fight through the smoke, trying to find the girl. No flames yet so I push through the smoke. I pass only a few bodies but I know that they are all dead: poles through their middle, heads barely hanging on, and blood everywhere. All gruesome.

Then I see her, two actually. The one is screaming still. I can see why. Her arm is on fire. She is waving it around, trying to stop the flames but that’s not doing much. I quickly pull my damp sweater over my head and lunge at her. I wrap it around and the flames are successfully put out. I rip her seatbelt off the seat, I'm stronger than I look I guess. The girl next to her has severe burns on half her body and she’s unconscious but she is still breathing, knocked out from pain probably. I quickly grab her and begin to drag her back to the front, while leading the other one out too.

We get to the shore and I lay the unconscious one by the other unconscious girl. I turn to the other one and say, "go find other survivors."

I scan the beach, looking for more. Anyone else on the plane is already dead or will be in seconds.

And then a body moves by a tree. I run over to it and find a girl, with a clearly broken arm, trying to push herself up. Helping her up, I try to lead her over to the others. But she won’t budge.

"Lucy," she screams. I look around to try to find Lucy. Of course it doesn't click on who Lucy is so I don't know who I'm looking for. I just look for a body that looks alive.

A few are on the ground, most looking dead. But there were two that don't look as dead. There is a chance they are alive. I leave the girl, still screaming, "Lucy."

I check the first one. I see a huge gash in her head with an airplane tray lying next to her and covered in blood. That's where she got the gash from, I'm guessing. She's still alive though so I lift her as best I can and bring her over to the others.

Another unconscious girl has joined the mix so the other girls must have found some alive girls.
Going back to the other body, I see the hysterical girl hunched over her. The girl is awake, with her foot facing the wrong way but otherwise in okay shape. They are both crying when I reach them. I begin the help her up and she cries out.

"No," the other girl cries out. She starts hitting me. Why would she do that when I am trying to help her friend? I will never understand some people. I push her off me and continue on. But she comes back, stronger this time.

I set the other girl down and turn on the hysterical one. "Listen," I say, poking her in the chest before continuing, "I'm trying to save people here so back off so that I can. If you can't deal with that then you can stay here and die by yourself."

I then pick the other girl up and make it to the others in peace. The other girl follows along and sits by her friend, but I ignore her. Turning in a circle, I don't see anyone else who looks alive.

"Skylar," a voice says coming from the left. I whip around, bad idea with my head but it was already done. The girls I had saved earlier are looking for survivors. I see the one I had to cut the seatbelt off by a rock. I hurry over, I'm pretty sure she was the one to call since she is looking at me.

I see a girl whose head is bleeding a lot. Her eyes are barely cracked open. I don't think she has much time. As quickly as I can, I take off my button up shirt. I tie it around her head but it is no use. She bleeds through it in an instant.

"Don't," she whispers to me. I barely hear her but her hand comes up to my arm to stop movement.

"No I need to stop the bleeding," I retort. The girl next to me takes off her sweater and gives it to me.

"It's no...use," the bleeding girl coughs out. Her eyes begin to droop close.

I almost scream in frustration before practically yelling at her, "I'm going to save you."

And just like that, I hear her last breath leave her body. Her eyes close completely and her hand falls from my arm. That's when I realize who she was.

Isabella. My best friend.

"Izzy," I breathe. I stoop my head and kiss her cheek. I place her hands on her heart and stand up. I turn and begin to walk away.

"Skylar," the girl behind me says. She grabs my arm and pulls me back to face her. "I'm sorry," she whispers.

"We need to find the survivors," I mutter before I walk back to where all the other girls are. I count ten of us in all. That's it. There were at least forty girls, three chaperones, and all the flight people. That's over fifty people and only ten of us survive.

It could have been eleven if Izzy hadn't... No. Don't even think it. She's gone and she's not coming back. She wouldn't want me to go crazy over her death. I need to tend to others.

Notes

Their uniforms (probably in tatters or missing shoes or ripped things, you know because their plane did crash so you can understand they probably won't look great :) )


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