Lost at Sea ( Blue lagoon inspired.) *Completed*

Scary Beginning

I was getting sea sick... that's the only explication for the stupid way I bend over the edge of the cruise so far my hold was precarious. I didn't want to puke on my shoes in case the balance of the ship changed and it would swing my way...

The most humiliating thing about this whole mess though, was that all the guys were staring at me. All of them... my cheeks were so red it was like a neon sign blinking in my direction.

They were laughing at me. I could hear it. It only made me feel worse, and I was headed towards my room, stomach finally empty, when a freak wave swept over the deck.

It soaked through me in minutes, and the water was ice cold, I lost my breath, my vision, and my grip. The wave took me with it, and I struggled madly, shivering and coughing, to find something to hold myself over, to keep from falling overboard, but there was nothing in my way. I screamed, and hoped someone would listen, but even if they did, I was as freak as the wave coming out of nowhere and no one would help me. What was I thinking coming on this trip? I should never have left my mother.

I saw someone's horrified face in the last second before I was swept off the boat, and my head banged against it hull, knocking me unconscious. My last though was, I hope everybody else is safe.

Dylan POV:

The wave came out of nowhere, and everybody held on to something, I was concentrating on holding on myself, when I heard someone scream.

Nyx... being swept by a wave. I stared at her, trying to break through my own fear, but it was almost impossible, I kept hoping someone would save her, people who were holding on to ropes and could actually help, but they actually looked.... gleeful. Like they wanted her to be hurt. I have done very bad things in my life, including murder, which I'm not too proud about but it was necessary at the time, but I would never, ever, let someone innocent die.

Her eyes locked into mine, and that was it... I  couldn't let her die. I couldn't let her go. Her eyes were sweet, but panicked, full of terror... then sudenly they closed, and she disappeared.

I was heartbroken, and surprised by that emotion. I didn't feel anything for her, so why did I feel like this?

I saw all the idiots around me laugh, soaked through their bones, but still there, alive...

'Finally the bitch is gone... I couldn't stand that waste of pussy anymore. She never gave it up, and I wouldn't have it either.'

What the... I looked around, seeing who was talking, and saw the 'popular' guy, everyone's favorite at school.

'Hey Dylan... Let's watch her drown?'

'Sure, come here Mark.' I said.

He came over, and I stayed very still, for like, 2 seconds... then... I broke his nose... and dived overboard, saving the one girl who caught up my heart with one, single, terrified look.

I heard shouts behing me, and someone threw an empty boat at us. One of those you press a button and inflates by itself.

I grabbed it, strapped it to me, and then went to search for Nyx. The waves turned very tall all of a sudden, and the previously blue, cloudless sky turned into a mess, green and dark, rain pouring down on us, making it impossible to see. But I wouldn't give up. I wouldn't stop. I finally saw her, floating on her back, nearby. I struggled to get to her, the waves separating us, but I wouldn't stop... I was bone cold, and strength waning, but I wouldn't give up. I couldn't.

She started to go underwater just as I reached her. I punched the button and the boat inflated itself, giving us somewhere to get out of the water... I pulled her through to the boat first, and then followed. The rain was even more freezing than the ocean and I noticed there was a tarp in the boat. I used it to cover us, and hugged Nyx to my body, thinking that sharing body heat would make us warmer and prevent us being sick.

After half an hour, she wasn't waking up still, and I got worried. I felt her head gently, and there was a bump, just in the back... I would only know how she was when she woke up.

The tossing and turning of the boat seemed an impossible place to sleep, but I was so tired that I fell asleep as I was. Soaked clothes and everything. Tomorrow would come when it would, and I could only hope for the best. Since there was nothing I could do, I let myself slip into obliviation without feeling guilt.