100 hours

Chapter 1

                                                                 

Screams. So many screams. My ears start to ring when half the plane rips apart. And then I'm falling. I'm still buckled tightly in my chair, but I'm falling. I'm airborne now. It's just me and the sky. I'll land soon, everything that goes up must come down right? I'm going delusional, no, I am delusional. Everything moves quickly, I'm falling quickly, my hearts beating quickly, my thoughts scatter around my brain quickly. I'll die quickly. I know it, the moment I land I'm done, just another victim of the crash. Everything around me turns blurry. I'm done, I'm dead.

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I open my eyes to bright sunlight. I feel a stabbing pain in my hip, as I try to sit up something pulls me back down. My seatbelt. I groan as I realize it is stuck into my left hip. Blood gushes out as I slowly pull it out, luckily it wasn't in to deep, or I would have to have stitches, which wouldn't be problem since I know how to put stitches on myself, it's just something you learn when you spend half your life in a hospital watching your mom stitch up patients wounds. I slowly stand up becoming aware of my surroundings, a beach, with tall long palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze. The sand is soft and warms my feet. I can see bright blue waves crashing onto the sand. I laugh, remembering how excited me and my mom were to go to Hawaii, to get away from our small town in Yellowknife, to see some real palm trees and not the fake ones in the indoor beaches. But now here I am, admiring this beach, that may or may not even be in Hawaii, depending where the plane crashed. "Hello?" I call out, "anybody here?" I kick at the sand, no answer, what am I thinking anyway? that there's other survivors? I mean, I'm surprised I'm alive. I slump down onto the sand. My eyes become blurry with tears, I think of my mom, who's probably dead, in fact, I know she's dead, she was sitting next to me on the plane, I remember seeing her lifeless body, I didn't think much of it then, I didn't think she was dead, I just thought I was in a dream, no, a nightmare, a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from, a nightmare that felt so real, but the nightmare is real, because here I am sitting in the sand, feeling the warm air surround me as tears fall from my eyes. Alone, Isolated, Scared. I have barely ever felt these feelings, I have never felt alone, even when my parents divorced and my dad ran off to New York to start a new life, my mom always had my back, making sure I kept my mind off my dad, she always made me feel part of something. Isolated, I got that feeling when my friends wanted to go off and shop for fancy clothes, but I couldn't afford it, I felt cut off and different. Scared, that is the feeling that makes our heart beat faster, and sends shivers up our spines. 

I hide my head in my knees, which makes me feel safer. I shut my eyes hoping to fall asleep. "Hey you" a man cries out from behind, which sends a shiver down my spine. Survivor? I quickly turn around, but I see no one. "Hello?" I call out. I hear a twig crack and a man with dark skin emerges from the forest. I stare at him, not knowing what to say. "I'm a survivor of the crash" He says moving closer, I nod "me too" He smiles, and I realize he is limping. He has a wide cut on his knee, which will definitely need stitches before it gets infected. "What's your name?" he asks holding out his hand to help me up. "Caitlyn" "cool, call me Raye" I nod. "There's other survivors from the crash just up here, maybe you can see if theres any family members of yours?" He says leading me through the forest, "Yeah, sure" I say smiling, I mean, there is hope that my mom's alive. Everything is going to be alright now. Right?