Rescued: A Nyssara Story

Chapter 1

SARA: It was all Deja Vu. Being sucked into a hole in a boat, being thrown into the depths of the ocean. Being marooned on Lian Yu. This all happened before, except this time, there was no rescue.

I find myself being awakened on the shore by a large wave. My eyes flutter open and I start to remember what had happened. I remember Slade and Ollie. I remember getting sucked away. And I remember having a really hard time swimming to shore because I had severely injured my leg and arm upon "exiting" the freighter. I must've hit the side really hard.

It's the middle of the night and I can hardly see anything since the clouds seem extra thick tonight. My whole body aches and my right leg and arm are fully compromised by what I think are broken bones. I try to move them but instead, scream in agony. Yep, lots of broken bones.
I lay there defeated and let my mind wander. Oliver...he's probably dead. Slade with that mirikuru...Oliver didn't stand a chance. I hope it was quick for him...I let a tear escape my ducts for my fallen friend but I wipe it away. Just because he's dead, doesn't mean I need to be...
I try to drag my soaked body further up the beach with my left arm and leg but I could only manage to travel a meter or two with my exhaustion. I can't help to think that I'm screwed. Maybe I'll see Oliver again after all...Then again, maybe if I sleep more, I will have more energy to move. I close my eyes and drift asleep once more, hoping for the best.

I awaken to a high, blistering sun. My skin is burning and my body is wet , but not from the waves this time. I've been sweating from the heat. I must've slept for 12 hours at least, and yet, I don't feel like I have any energy. Then it hits me: I'm dehydrated. Fuck. I must've sweat it all out while I was asleep. My lips and mouth are dry and my attempt to moisten them fails. My head throbs in waves of pain. My body aches even more than yesterday and a cut on my right abdomen appears to be infected. I hadn't even noticed the cut in the first place because I was too focused on my broken bones.

I'm going to die out here. I need water. I need food. I need medicine. I need a miracle. In my experiences here on the island, miracles don't exist. It's kill or be killed. Survival is key, but I have no way to survive now. I'm crippled, dehydrated, infected, starving, and I might as well be dead. No one is coming for me this time. I am all alone. This is my ending. A slow and painful death is not how anyone wants to go. I suppose I deserve it...from all the shit that I've done...
It's starting to get hard to keep my eyes open. What's the point? I'm going to die anyways so might as well be asleep. I should've died the first time I was sucked out of a boat. So, instead of fighting to stay conscious, I submit to my exhaustion and slip into a deep sleep for what seems like days.