Lost... but not found

Lost... not found

Trapped. Out of all the feelings splashing and tossing her about, that was the one pressing on the front of her thoughts. Trapped.

No one knew. No one realized exactly where she was. It had been over a day. There was no way she could survive for much longer. There was nothing fresh, nothing to help the tempting whispers of the salty waters that surrounded her. In every direction all there was was blue. Her sleeping gown was no longer the elegant piece she slipped on what felt like ages ago. It was soggy, the lace hem unidentifiable, and the shaw intended to protect her from the sharp ocean air was protecting the cut on her calf from bleeding out anymore, although it had to have been scabbed over by now. Right? Wiggling her toes to make sure they were still there, and attempting to pull herself up more on the large piece of wood she had been floating on, she reflected. Just like she had ever since, determining survival was slim, so best not waste too much energy on it.

It was hazy. What happened? What caused things to go so drastically sideways? All her memories could cook up was a raven haired girl. Then a giant rush of the sharp coldness that hadn't let her go since. Where did the wood come from? Where was that girl now? Would she ever see her again? Though she couldn't quite remember who it was, a painful ache, that had nothing to do with her lack of food, pushed at her chest when that last question came to mind. Certainly not. Out here alone there was no reason to believe she would see anything but the hopeless blue ocean for the rest of her short life. A princess! Surely that's who the girl was. What else would explain the bold confidence that radiated off of her. No, not a princess. A warrior. The girl's hands were calloused. The thought came like a dream. The feeling of her rough grip around my hand. Holding me down, so she wasn't to drift away into my own mind.

Hunger. It started to grow louder than the others. Something, anything to eat. Doom. She was doomed.

At first she thought it was death coming closer. The light is growing, ready to surround her and take her somewhere far away. Somewhere not so cold, and not so complicated. The scariest part was when she found herself excited by the idea. Finally! It was over.

No. That's not what it was. There wouldn't be trees in the light would there? The vibrant pines stood out, and she could now see the light was just from the moon reflecting off the sand, making it glow silver. It took a minute before the exhausted girl noticed just what she was looking at. In a burst of excitement and hope she started kicking. She kicked hard, fighting against the pull of the ocean. She kicked, blocking out the pain shooting up her weak legs that weren't used to this kind of movement. Still the island seemed to be swimming too. It was also traveling further and further, because no matter how hard she tried it hardly seemed to get any closer. Knuckles white and wrinkled as prunes, she let out a scream. It ripped out of her dry throat as tears rolled down her ghostly face. How would the island be moving? It wasn't. It was sitting there, it was her. She was the one failing. Frustration, disgust, and worst of all hope. Seeing the island lit a flame in her she thought was already drowned out by the ocean. Now that it burned though, it burned bright. It burned hot. It burned hot. SHe was too exhausted. The current would pull her away from the island and she was too weak to fight it. She had nothing left to give.