Destined - A Lost Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

    The last thing I could remember was the tail end of the plane flying off. I had passed out before the impact, so luckily I didn't have to bear the screams of the horrified passengers while our plane fell. Tall trees towered over me as I lied on my back staring up into the blue but smokey sky. I must've somehow gotten launched out of my seat and into this jungle. Jet engines roared in the distance and I could hear faint cries for help. A fiery pain shot up my leg as I tried to stand myself up. Could possibly be a sprain, but hopefully nothing more.

     It was flight 815 of Oceanic Airlines, heading from Sydney, Australia to Los Angeles, California. The reason I had taken such a long trip, or at least tried to, was because I was looking for my long lost sister. It's an everlasting story. I rolled over onto my stomach hoping to be able to use my arms to stand up rather than my weak legs. I finally gathered up the strength to lift myself up onto my feet by grabbing onto a stick of bamboo. My denim jeans were ripped and bloody from some minor cuts as well as my dark green cami tank top I was wearing. As fast as possible, following the noises of the incident, I led myself out from the jungle and onto a disastrous beach.

     That's when reality struck. I can't believe this has happened, I don't even know where I am. Luckily I was flying alone so no one in my family was affected. Other people here seem to be in that situation. I can't imagine what it must be like, wandering around that beach without a single clue whether or not someone you love could be alive or not. There were people hugging each other after being reunited and then others who sat on the sand and gazed out into the glistening waters, most likely mourning their losses or letting everything sink in. All of the sudden, something catches my eye.

     A man, brown hair, pretty cut up from the crash, who looks to be about 6 ft and in his 30's, speeds by several people. Leaping over rubble and fires, he checks on about every single person along the beach. Someone had been caught under a piece of metal from the plane and now the man was trying to lift it off of him. You see, I would go all hero mode like this guy and try to help and save people, but I'm only 13 and I happen to not be very good around blood. As I'm standing at the tree line watching all of this happen and thinking about how this could even be real, I hear something from behind me.

     The leaves rustle a bit and in moments, a girl is emerging from the jungle. She is maybe 25 years old, on the shorter side, with glowing green eyes, the most exquisite freckles, and beautiful brown hair that is incredibly messy but still somehow looks amazing. She looked a little bit like me actually, but older and better looking of course. Her whole face was red like she had been crying, and three red streaks bled out from next to her eye. "Hello?" she said to me. She looked a bit confused or shocked perhaps. "Hi," I say back. "I'm Emily, nice to meet you. What's your name?" I asked her. "My name's Kate. Kate Austen," she replied. It seems odd to be having such a normal conversation, you know, considering the circumstances.

     "Hey, you two! Over here help!" It was the man that had been trying to help everyone. Kate and I glanced at each other and ran over to the man. "I need you to watch this guy while I run and grab some medicine. You two sisters?" he said. "No," we replied in unison. Next thing you know, he was running as fast as he could to somewhere on the shore. I looked down at the guy we were told to watch. Blood oozed out from a giant gash in his leg. This must be the person who was stuck under the metal. I looked away from the sight, not being able to handle what I had just seen. I felt my insides churn while I tried my best to keep the plane food down and to not blackout.

     Soon enough, the man in the suit was back, this time carrying a small bottle of alcohol. "Okay, I am going to need you guys to hold this man down," he ordered us. Without question, Kate and I tried our best to keep him calm while Mr. Savior over here fixed up his leg. It felt like hours we had to stay sitting here at this gruesome scene. I felt quite bad for the guy we had been holding down. He has had his bones cracked into place, medicine poured onto his wounds, and has had to watch it all happen. He must be in a great deal of pain.