Matthew Espinosa Imagines

Plane Crash pt. 3

*Mai's POV*

My lips felt so dry, my mind aching from the lack of sleep and my stomach roaring from the sea sick feeling.

Matt was talking though, which helped me stop thinking of food and sharks.

"I remember when I was little I had a pet named Tigger. He was an orange cat. He grew
up right in front of my eyes, from a little kitten to a fat disgrace," Matt says.

I chuckle, and then cough so harshly I was sure blood was coming out.

Matt continued anyways. "Then he died right in front of my eyes. Right when he ran out of our yard to chase a butterfly and a car came by and just crushed him. Blood was everywhere. And my little eight year old eyes were scarred. I didn't stop crying until we got a new orange kitten named Tigger two-point-oh. But it wasn't ever really the same."

The nighttime stars were blinding my burned and melted eyes. My skin was so burned that any kind of movement made me ache. There was also yellow all over my arms and legs from the raft.

All of our water was gone, so now whenever we needed water, we waited until it rained. I don't think I've ever been happier to see it rain.

All our food is gone as well, so now we rely on the clunky fishing equipment which doesn't work whatsoever.

Starving and dehydrated, I felt myself dying right next to Matthew, a boy I barely knew but I felt like I knew him better than anyone he knows. You don't really know someone until you're stuck on a raft with them.

Suddenly my vision gets blurry and I start to feel sleepy. I see a bright light and goofily smile, wanting to go towards it, reaching out to it. I wanted to give in to death, not wanting to feel the pain anymore.

I almost did die...until I heard Matt screaming.

I open my eyes to see Matt screaming at the sky.

Great, now he's going completely insane.

I sit up to yell at Matt to knock it off until I see what he was yelling at.

A helicopter.

"Oh my God," I murmur, my stomach forming into knots and my eyes beginning to overflow with tears of joy.

I wanted to scream at it, I wanted to yell for help and save both of us.

But I couldn't find my voice. It was dead, along with the rest of my body.

But my heart wasn't dead. And that's all that mattered.

I fight and fight my burning and aching throat until I begin to scream louder than Matthew.

I scream and cry and scream and cry. I was praying and starting to feel hopeless as we both watched the helicopter flying farther and farther away.

Then I remember the flare gun.

I frantically rummage through the pack until I find it and desperately shoot off a flare.

The red, glowing light that was our last hope whistled through the night as it shot up and exploded.

We watched as the helicopter continued to fly away, making us sob and cry helplessly.

Matt screams out of frustration and grabs the gun from me, shooting off the rest of the flares.

I pull the gun away from Matt as he then collapses into me, shaking and trembling.

"I'm sorry" I whisper to him continuously, crying with him. We felt like we were both going to die together, there on that raft.

Until I saw the helicopter coming back.

It was coming back for us...

"Oh my God...Matt" I say. I flip his head around so he can see our last chance of hope flying back for us.

Matt's trembling settles as he grins and sobs at the same time, gripping onto me and then looking into my eyes while crying happily.

We made it, Mai, his eyes said to me.

We had made it. Through starvation and dehydration, we had made it.

Together.

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The helicopter lands and Matt and I step out with blankets around our shoulders and water bottles in our hands.

"Alright, I'm gonna go alert the police that we found you two," the pilot tells us. "You two are lucky to be alive."

As he leaves, Matt and I look at each other, both thinking about what we have gone through. The plane crash, the deaths, the raft.

Our skin was still stained yellow, as if mocking us with the haunting memories of the deathly ocean.

Matt engulfs me in his embrace, and I shake with relief as I hold him close to me. We both release shaky breaths as horrible memories are tattooed in our minds for life.

Matt pulls away enough to look into my eyes. "I want to see you again."

I feel something warm burst in my cold body, and I nod. Matt pulls me back into his embrace, holding onto me so tightly I felt like not even a hurricane could effect us.

Even though he was in a relationship, and we were very different people, I had a very certain feeing that we would see each other again.

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omg it took me so long to upload part 3 I'm sorry babes :/

but part three is up!! and I have much more ideas for imagines so there will be more content up soon!!

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