For this sample chapter (brief, unedited, unofficial) , the names of the characters are randomly chosen and will most likely not be the names for the character if I choose to continue the story. Thank you.
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What was meant to be a nice reuinion and vacation in one turned into our worst nightmare in a matter of minutes.
We were all tearing up, my sister wailing in fear as Malinda held her. The plane trembled and the wind pounded against the wings as we headed straight towards the ocean. I felt Derek's hand grip mine and I couldn't will myself to open my eyes. At least, not until the piercing scream of my sister pulled me out of my trip in time for me to open my eyes only to see Maria's seat unlatch and send her falling towards the start of the plane. I let out a yelp and held on for dear life, the plane just kept going faster and the last thing I remember before the collision is Farrah shouting my name.
After that everything went blank. My sight, hearing, and feeling were gone. I felt paralyzed. Everything was a blur. I dug my fingers into dry, hot sand. I was on land. I opened my eyes and was instantly blinded by the sun. I groaned and immediately gripped my head which was pounding. I became panicky and couldn't stop screaming. I had no strength to get up, I just curled into a fetal position. I was dead or dying.
I sat up when I felt acidity travel from my stomach out of my throat; I spent a good ten minutes puking and holding my head from the pain. It was throbbing, pulsating.
I panted and stared at the surroundings around me, wiping my mouth with the side of my wrist. I was just past the shore, the ocean was two feet from touching my feet. There were no boats in sight, no people, no sounds. It was eerily quiet. Behind me were nothing but trees. I couldn't stare long enough to make anything out. I began to sob uncontrollably when the realization that I was completely alone set in. I screamed and threw sand around, pounding the ground and completely ignoring the piercing pain in my temples.
I pushed myself to stand up only to fall back down. My knees buckled and I had no strength to keep myself up, so I did the only thing I could think of. I crawled. The sand burned against my open wounds, and the moderately moist parts stung. It took half an hour of falling onto my stomach and pushing myself back up only to move a foot before going back down, to see Derek's body in the distance. It had to have been him.
Thank God, I thought. I'm not alone anymore.
