Last One Standing

The Crash

Jalyn's Pov:

My mind snaps back into focus, but I can't move.
What's going on.
Why can't I move.
My eyes squint open but there is a great burst of light making it hard to see.
My eyes soon adjust and I can get them more open.
I am soon alerted when I hear a scream from my left side, but I still can't move.
The screaming is so terrifying I can't stand it.
Then there is a loud noise and some movement and the bright sun is gone.
The screaming is quieter, everything is quieter.
I can open my eyes even more now that the brightness is gone, and I am under something.
Where am I?
THE PLANE.
I was on a plane!
Then there was shaking. And trees.
And crying. And praying.
WE CRASHED.
I can feel my heart beat really fast.
I try to move but I still can't.
My mom and I were going to Hawaii, it was going to be so fun. Where is she.
I look around and notice I am still strapped into my seat.
I get a better view and notice a huge chunk of metal over my legs.
That's why I can't move.
"Help! Someone help! I'm under here!" I am so terrified.
Then I hear something.
"Hello? Hello?!" I hear a faint voice from what seems to be close.
"Hello?! Are you okay?" I start breathing heavily.
"I can't get up, my seatbelt is stuck. I think I can get it if I have something to bend the buckle. Wait, wait, I almost got it! I, I, I got it! Where are you?!" The voice says, now noticing it's a girl.
"I'm over here, under this!" I start to panic.
I then see these fingers pulling on it, but no movement.
"Hello?! Anyone?! I need some help over here!" She screams.
"OUCH!" I scream as the metal moves a little, cutting into my thigh.
"Oh my gosh. Are you okay?! What, what is your name, it'll be okay!" She says.
"My, my name is Jalyn. Please help me, it's cutting into my leg!" I beg.
"It's going to be okay Jalyn, my name is Whitney. I'm going to help you." She assures me.
"I'm going to help too," this guy says.
"My name is Shawn, and I have two other guys, Nash and Hayes here to help as well. Just hold on and we'll try to get this off of you." He calmly says.
The metal starts to move some more.
"OW!" I scream, it's cutting even deeper.
"Jalyn, I know what's wrong." Shawn says.
"We need to push it just a little more to the left to get it up and out. But you need to stay calm. Is it still cutting you?" He asks.
"Yes, yes please get this off of me." I start to cry.
This hand then comes from the side and I reach to grab it.
It is obviously a guys hand.
"Hold tight Jalyn, just one more push and this thing is off." I think Hayes says.
"It's going to be okay. My name is Matt. Squeeze my hand." and I do exactly what he says as the metal moves a little bit more, cutting my leg even worse, but then lifted off me.
The guy holding my hand then pulls me out of the metal scraps and carries me over to a palm tree.
I look around at what I can see and there is so much blood.
Dead bodies, fire, plane pieces, people helping other people.
The next thing I see is the worst of them all.
"MOM!" I scream and try to stand up but fall back down from my leg.
"Jalyn, you need to stay here, you're leg is cut really badly. I'm going to find something to wrap around it!" Shawn says, and the Matt guy is still sitting with me, holding me down.
"MOM," I still scream.
She's laying on the ground about 50 feet away. She's not moving. So much blood over her beautiful yellow sun dress.
"MOM, PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!" I cry into Matt's arms.
"I'm here, it's okay. I'm here." He brushes his hand through my bloody hair.
"Is she dead?" I ask him, and he knows I'm talking about my mom.
"Yes, we pulled her out of her seat about an hour ago, she died about five minutes after that cause of lose to blood. But she did say something. She said she loved you, that she loved you so much, and to take care of you. So that is what I am going to do until you're okay." He tells me.
All I can do is cry.
Then Shawn comes over with this blue scarf and wraps it around my cut.
Then Whitney walks over with these two other guys, I'm guessing Nash and Hayes.
Then these four other people walk over. Three other girls, and one guy.
We all look really beat up and sad.
"This is all of us."
A flight of 126, and only 10 survive.
Five guys and five girls.
"What now?" I say.