Stranded Together

Chapter 23

🟣Blake's POV🟣

"Oowwww my head." I crock out in my still half asleep daze. I slowly reach up and brush my fingers against the side of my forehead. "Ow what the hell." I mumble as I jerk my hand away from my swollen and most likely bruised head. "How'd I get that?" I yawn out as I squint my eyes tighter shut to try and block out the harsh sun. "Darcy, shut the curtains, the light's giving me a headache." I groan turning my head further into my pillow.

"Ew, what the hell!" I screech spitting sand out off my mouth. "Where am I?!" I shoot up in a panic only now realising I'm not in my bed but rather a beach?

"Where's the ship?" I mumble feeling myself grow pale. All the colour drains from face as an overwhelming urge to vomit suddenly rushes over me. My neck cracks as I whip my head to my side and I spew up all content in my stomach. I continue heaving as an ungodly amount of liquid wants to escape me.

Still leaning over my own vomit I squeeze my eyes shut and pray this is all some kind of sick twisted nightmare. But the throbbing pain coming from my head as well as the unbearable soreness of my stomach tells me otherwise.

This is real.

I feel my heart beating out of my chest as I sit up properly and frantically look around for the massive hunk of steel, but the ship is no where to be seen on the horizon.

I continue squinting trying to recall the events of last night, but my eyes bulge out of my skull  when they land on Gabe's unconscious figure half buried in the sand.

I don't think I've ever moved so quickly in my life. I push myself off the sand and scurry over to him. I harshly shake his shoulder to see if he's alive, but when he shows no signs of life everything inside me seems to drop. My breaths are heavy and fast as I feel tears begin to run down my sandy cheeks.

"Oh please god no." I sob shaking him again and again each time harder than before.

I jump back a little startled when I finally hear a small groan escape his lips.

I let out a sigh of relief collapsing into the sand next to him. He's alive.

What the fuck happened last night?

I remember a swirl of bubbles and dark green water and bits of broken off coral and twisting strands of seaweed. It was impossible to tell which way was up or down.

I grip and pull at my damp matted hair as panic consumes me.

I remember clawing for the surface, but it was no where to be found. I seemed to be doing cartwheels or somersaults, or perhaps both. I remember my lungs caving in, then all I could see was black.

No. Nope. This isn't happening.

I hastily stand up and attempt to brush off the sand that's suck to a majority of my body; suddenly hating the way it feels against my skin.

I can feel my heart beating at the back of my throat. I try swallowing it along with the bile that rising again.

This isn't good.

I don't know why but I begin to run. It's like my legs have a mind of their own and they know what they are doing before I do. Adrenaline has decided to take over me. I'm sprinting as fast as I can trying get away from this. To where? I don't know. But I have to get out of here. Off this beach. To find the ship.

The sand is a minefield filled with pieces of dead coral and sharp sea shells. Even with sandals on, I feel my feet being sliced open but I push on fear taking over me completely.

I think about the possibility of being stuck here forever. That thought has me frantically gasping for air, desperate to fill my burning lungs. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes. I can't see a single thing as my feet give way and I collapse into the sand.

This can't be happening.

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Posted: 9/10/20

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