crashland || sam mctrusty || twin atlantic

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The way I see it, everyone gets a tragedy.

Maybe your childhood friend died in a car accident, or your mother lost a leg, or something along those lines.

My tragedy happened on the nineteenth of September, and the sky was as blue as blue can be.

Ever since I can remember, I've had a fear of flying, and that day was no different.

I was travelling home to Scotland from Canada where I was visiting my father, and I had my earphones plugged in and my music up full blast. It helped distract me from the fear.

I don't remember much after that, much of the plane hitting turbulence, mainly because as soon as we started going down, I blacked out. I couldn't tell if I had hit my head, only that we were out of control, spiralling downwards, and I lost it. My vision blurred and then the world was just gone.

When I woke up, the sky was still blue; that's the first thing I saw. It took a second for my ears to begin working, and that was when I heard it. The defeating silence.

My heart pounded in terror as what happened registered in my mind. But why, if we had crashed, was everything silent?

Was I dead?

I slowly perched myself up on my elbows and took in the sight around me. A wince escaped my throat and I immediately wished that I had never looked.

Bodies were scattered across a sandy beach, the wreckage of the plane not far away from where I was, the green-blue sea floating happily in the distance. A small fire had started not far away from where I was, so I forced myself to clamber to my feet.

I was just taking it all in when I heard a gentle weeping noise. Slightly afraid, I whipped my head around, but saw nothing in the immediate distance.

I concentrated hard, and realised maybe the sound was coming from the tree-line. Slowly, I crept towards it, the full horror of the situation not hitting me just yet.

A girl, tucked away behind a tree, looked up at me. I felt my face soften. She must've be another survivor. She looked a little younger than me, but only by a few years, with fair hair and big, green eyes. Her face was streaked with tear stains.

"I don't know what to say," she said, hiding her face in her hands and not looking back up at me.

My body, though stiff with shock, managed the sit down beside her, so I was gazing out at the wreckage. "They'll be here soon, okay?" I managed. It was all I could say.

She looked up at me. "Who will be?" Her voice was so innocent, it pained me to see her in a situation like this.

"I dunno; but someone will save us." I said strictly, hoping the doubt didn't show in my voice.

Suddenly, the woman reached out a hand and touched my forehead. "Your head," she said, pulling her hand away. Her fingers were soaked with blood.

I winced. She stared at the blood on her fingers and burst into tears, big sobs wracking her body as she curled into herself. At first, I was startled, not knowing what to do, but then I just wrapped my arms around her and held her.

"They'll be here soon, I promise," I whispered, more to myself than to her, and for the first time, the reality of the situation really hit me.

A tear rolled down my cheek.

What would my family be doing right now? Would they know? Would they believe I was dead? Would my mum be okay? What about my sisters? And my niece?

And what about Ross, Barry and Craig. Ross wouldn't be able to take it. We had known each other for so long, we were so close. I could only hope Joanne would be able to keep him stable.

But the thing that scared me more than anything was considering that none of them cared. The people that I had spent my life with, maybe they didn't care as much as I thought they had.

No. That was silly. I was being stupid. Right?

Soon, I felt the girl still against me, melting into me. "What's your name?" I asked, trying to distract her from the dead bodies in front of us.

"Violet. You?" she snivelled.

"Sam." I replied. "Where are you from?"

"Glasgow," she said, finally looking up at me. She had pretty eyes.

"Oh," I said. "A fellow Glaswegian, then. I thought your accent was familiar."

She smiled slightly. "What do you do in the real world, Sam?"

"I'm in a band."

"Wow! Really? Like a proper band?" she exclaimed.

I laughed. "Well, I wouldn't say proper. We do alright. You?"

"I'm training to be a doctor," she said quietly, looking out at the wreckage. "I don't like illness. . . or death."

I sighed, understanding what she meant.

I wished I had known what time it was. How long had I been out? It could only be around twelve am, with the way the sun barely danced over the sand.

I dropped my head into my hands and sighed again.

And that's where my story began.

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hey there!

so if you're reading this, I have a few things to explain.
okay, so I used to have an account where I wrote a story called 'free' which was also a sam mctrusty fanfic.
basically, wattpad fucked that account up, so I can't use it anymore and I made this one instead.

this is an idea I've been toying around with for a while. do you like it so far?

thanks guys!

- sams princess. xox