The sound of crashing waves filled my ears as I re-entered consciousness. I prayed that it was my noise machine on beach setting and not the cruel reality I knew I was in.
Slowly, I tried to move my body and was met with warm sand brushing against my limbs. A sharp ringing noise pierced through my ears and my head throbbed as I weakly pried my eyes open.
"Ughhh...fuck" I mumbled, squeezing them shut in attempt of dulling the sting of the sun's rays. This only made me realize how much more pain I was in once I tried to reach for my face. A shooting pang shot up my right arm causing me to cry out.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's fractured, broken, or something definitely NOT good.
I finally tried once again to open my eyes and was met with the bluest sky I'd ever seen. Blinking profusely, I tried to adapt to whatever the fuck and where ever the fuck I was laid out.
I used my good arm to awkwardly prop myself up just as the cold tide swept my toes. "Oh, fuck no" I mumbled squinting at the scene before me.
Vast ocean stretched for miles, sparkling under the heaviest heat. I took time to analyze the situation taking in my tattered clothes, scrapes, cuts, and various bruises that covered my body. Mounds of wood and metal parts, crates, and whatever else remained of what once was a spectacular yacht floated in the ocean along with what seemed to be some life savers...not that they were of any use considering my condition.
The panic slowly started to set in the more I processed the debris and I let myself plop lightly back down as my breathing picked up. "It's fine. Everything's fine. This is fine. I'll be fine." I murmured to myself repetitively as I squeezed my eyes shut again letting the tears swell.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
I shot up in surprise and almost unbearable pain, shook at the sudden scream. Quickly turning to the source of the sound I realized I was not alone.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding meee!? Bitch, this is not the Titanic!!" the figure yelled hoarsely.
Why did they look so familiar?
I squinted at them in curiosity and a bit of fear until a dawning realization came over me as a flood of memories returned.
Oh. My. Lord.
I was stranded with Megan the mfing Stallion.
Now ain't that a bitch?
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A/N
Still deciding whether this is going to be a Megmani or Y/N type. What do you think?
Also, I apologize in advance for the inconsistency. 😅 Please leave a comment and let me know if you like it and I'll continue! You're my motivation, lol.
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Fanfiction"Well, damn! I didn't realize I was on an episode of Survivor" Megan thee Stallion x You story. - How is Megan always on a boat but can't swim? How can she make everyone drive the boat but can't swim? How is she the captain of the boat but can't s...
