Disasters Come Naturally

Chapter 5- Save me.

There Skye lay, on the huge boulder that collapsed. Longing for someone to help her. Longing for someone to save her. Longing for fresh water. Longing for food. Most of all, longing for medical treatment.

She looked at the smoke clouds above her and tried to figure out what they looked like in shape. One way that she could keep whatever sanity she had left.
"There's a cat,"
"There's a heart,"
"There's a diamond,"
"There's a," she stopped and frowned, "a tsunami."

She quickly got up and looked around herself in fear and shock. It was starting to get dark out and their were no other forms of life, she breathed in and out, and screams loudly like she's dying, she crys and shouts because she thinks it's all happening again, but little did she know it was just a flash back.

"HELP,
HELP!
HELP ME, HELP!" She cried out, and anyone who would every hear how she sounded would be scared and scarred instantly.

She covered her eyes with her hands and tried to calm herself down, much luck there. (Not)

The tears dried and she sniffed. She didn't know how long she would be there. She crossed her arms as she rubbed up and down on her forearm. It was starting to get cold out and all she wore was a halter top and some boyfriend shorts. I mean she looked amazing but it was not the ideal outfit the wear when a tsunami hits your home town, now was it?

Deep,
Deep,
Deep Breaths.

I told myself lying down on the uncomfortable Boulder that I had been on, for more than five hours by now. The sky was dark and I was overwhelmingly tired but was too scared to even 'dream' of sleeping. But of course we all tell ourselves this, but the person we find hardest to complete or stay grounded in a promise is ourselves.

Skye tried to keep her eyes open but could not see this through. Within the next five minutes she had fallen asleep. She was too tired to think, too tired to dream. And all she could do was fall deeper into her

Deep,
Deep,
Deep Sleep.

Mosquitos were everywhere, buzzing around, sucking blood, spreading sickness and disease.
Smoke rose clouding the city, flowing into people's lungs, infection spreading, irritation growing.
People were no where. Not a sound, not a cry, not a whisper, not a breath, not a wink, no-one.

All you could hear was the movement of water, yes the movement of water.

As a rescue team rounded the corner their boat creating a noisy wake behind them. Skye was not effected by this for she was still asleep. Two men jumped out and checked Skye's breathing and pulse, they then picked up her sleep-filled, petite body placing her in the rescue boat immediately applying pressure to her growing wounds. Skye was then wrapped into a safety blanket and left to rest until morning.

She was safe, she would be cared for, she would be saved.