The Survivor

Fearless.

Unstoppable.

Unmovable.

Unbreakable.

Those are the four words that kept me alive as the plane crashed off the coast of England.

If I hadn't been training to be an Olympic swimmer, I'd be dead..Like my parents.

It was the summer I was fifteen. We were flying over to London to see my Uncle Simon. Right as we were about start flying over the land, we crashed. I remember gulping in air the second I felt the plane hit the water. The icyness should've killed me, but it didn't.

My parents had died on impact. I remember pushing myself to the surface of the water, thinking, 'You are fearless. You are unstoppable. You are unmovable. You are unbreakable.' I was rescued minutes later, I was a miracle story known around the world. The lone survivor of Flight 57. I'm famous for it.

Uncle Simon took me in and has given me a wonderful life, but I still walk around with eyes as icy as the water I fought with for my life. My icy blue eyes are cold and I rarely talk to anyone. I can't bare to get attatched to someone, then lose them. I'm The Survivor of Flight 57. I should've been killed by the impact of the water, I shouldn't have been able to get out of the plane, or swim as far as I did with the little air I had. But the thing is...

I did.

Around the world, the words I said in my first interview are echoed.

'Fearless. Unstoppable. Unmovable. Unbreakable. I conquered the seas. I survived against all odds. I overcame death and stood when everyone else fell. I fought the seas and won. I fought death and won. I beat the seas. I beat death. I am The Survivor of Flight 57.'

That strength was forced. I can't live as if everything is okay. I'm broken, in a strange way, but nobody will ever love me enough to want to bear the task of fixing me. I've never been the same since my head surfaced the water. I live a quiet lifestyle, hiding out in my room unless I'm swimming. I afraid, but not afraid, if that makes any sense.

The only thing I have from left that flight is the amythest and silver eagle pin. The silver eagle had amythest eyes and the silver disk around the eagle was studded with amythests. I always wear it because eagles are a sign of strength. Strength -real strength- is exactly what I need. It reminds me that I fought the ocean and I won. I fought death...And I won. I beat death.

With my long, soft, silky dark brown hair, bright, stunning, icy blue eyes, and thin frame, I can be very intimidating. It's not my appearance, but my eyes. I can look at you and make you rethink life. My eyes were once sea green, but not anymore. The plane went down and my eyes were green, I came up and they were blue. It was a drastic change. I stand at 5'9 and I can never and will never forget those minutes that I fought for my life. It felt like a millenium, but I felt..powerful. With a sort of power only describable with one word...

Determination.

My name is Athena Jennings and I am The Survivor of Flight 57.