The Storm That Took Us Away

CHAPTER 3 ~Rachel~
The stakes are high. I see Emma catch a couple waves but a lot. I glance to the side of me and see a backpack with a towel, suntan lotion, sunglasses, a change of clothes fort Emma, Chris, and I, and some snacks. "When the competition ends, bring this bag to Emma.", mom says. I nod. I see the sky start to darken. The storms coming. The waves start to get rougher and Emma has one more wave. "Ok guys, everyone out of the water.", someone says. I see people get out of the water. I grab the bag and head toward the area. I look for Emma but don't see her. I look out in the ocean, she's out there. "Emma!", I yell. She looks at me but doesn't come in. The waves get harder and I get worried, I have to go in and get her. I know it's a stupid decision but I can't let anything happen to her. She swims farther out and I keep yelling her name. She tries to surf but the waves get stronger and crush over her. That's it, I have to go get her. I see boats trying to go after her but one flips. I run to mom and grab my surfboard and run back. You're gonna kill yourself I keep telling myself. I'd rather die than her. I hurl myself into the water. I paddle faster and faster. I put the backpack on my back, I have no idea why I brought it. I keep paddling. One waves comes at me and I fall in. I get up on the surfboard and keep paddling. I have to find her. She could be dead. "EMMA!", I scream repeatedly. I then see someone floating in the water. It looks like a fish, no it's a person. Oh god please let it not be Emma. I keep getting knocked off my board but I still am determined to get Emma. I see her. I swim faster and faster trying to reach her. My arms are numb and I'm tired but I don't give up. Salt water fills my mouth and the taste does not agree with my throat. I see Emma. "Holy crap Emma, get on!", I yell. She gets on my surfboard and I paddle back. I see a huge wave. Emma starts to scream. Please God let me live, I repeat in my head. The wave piles to top of us and I lose Emma. I try to get back up but the water holds me down. I reach the surface but another wave piles me under. I keep getting up but more waves hit me. It can't end like this, I can't die now. I try to get up but my body gives up. I drowning. I sink to the bottom and slowly close my eyes. I guess this is the end. Suddenly I feel something pull me up. Once I get up I gasp for water. Chris. Why did I get Chris into this? He lifts me onto the surfboards he has. One has Emma. She's either dead or in shock. He then pulls both the surfboards with a rope and I hold on. I'm too tired to talk, to move, or to breathe. I'm in shock. I start to cry. One by one tears fall down my face. I try to stop but I can't. I feel someone wipe the tears off my face. The water hits my body and I'm freezing. The backpack still on my shoulders. I then hit the water again. My body falls off the board and sides into the water. I try to manage to say a word. "Help", I say softly. My mouth full of water. I feel like the water is pushing my body down. I land on the soft wet sand on the bottom of the ocean. I try to breathe but I can't. I see Emma land on one side of me and Chris land on the other. I feel dead but I'm not. Yet. I slowly close my eyes as the ocean moves my body toward the opposite on the shore. Goodbye world. ~ I wake up on the shore of a beach. The waves push me into the sand. Everything looks blurry to me. I try to push myself up but I can't. I'm too weak. Instead I crawl, grabbing lumps of sand to pull my body. I keep lifting one hand up and grabbing sand and pulling. My arm starts to give out and I stop. I turn my body so my hair is on the sand. I'm cold and wet. My hair is sandy and clumped together. My body is numb and sandy. I look very pale, probably from being twin the water that long. How long was I in the water? I put my hands on my face and bring them from my forehead down. I cough. My mouth tastes like salt water. I look around and see no sign of Emma or Chris. I'm stranded. I stare into the sun and my eyes start to hurt. I look away. I realize that my backpack is not on my back anymore. I look at the shore and see a surfboard cut in half wash up. I start to pull myself up. I put both hands on the sand and push my body up. I finally stand, without falling. I start limping toward a jungle. I don't know what island I'm on, but it must not be far from home. I walk into he jungle. I see palm trees and bushes and more sand. Every time I move, I hold a tree to support me. I look around. I breathe in and out slowly. I'm shaking. I keep walking. I feel the sand brush my feet as I walk. Every step makes it harder to walk. My legs finally give and I fall into the sand again. I don't catch myself, I let the soft grainy sand catch me. I just lay there and I don't try to get up because I know I can't. I lay there, cold, wet, tired. I'm shivering. I see goose bumps form on my arms. I wrap my arms around my chest to warm myself. I move my legs to my stomach and move my arm position to hold my knees. I lay there, ready to die. I try to catch a breath, but it's hard. I then feel two arms pick me up. Someone, strong, carrying me. I faintly look up. It's Chris. Thank god he's alive. I look straight. He walks toward a bamboo house. Small but strong. I don't think he built it. There must be other people here. He opens the door to the house. There's a short table with small chairs, some cabinets, and shelves. All made out of bamboo. He walks into another section. I see two beds, made out of bamboo and a blanket weaved with bamboo leaves. He lifts up the blanket and puts me on the bed. He puts the leaves over me. It's stiff, but warm and batter than the sand. I see towels lay on the floor. I see the backpack. I push the blanket over my head and go under it. I'm finally warm. I push my head back out. I hear Chris walk in with a cup. I push myself up and lean on the wall. He sits on the bed. He hands me the cup. It feels warm. "Drink, it will make you feel better.", he says. I put the cup to my mouth and sip. It's hot tea. I feels warm. It makes my body feels warm again. "Are you ok?", he asks. I nod. "How long have you been here?", I ask. My voice is crackly. "A day, I washed up where you are and walked and found this house, two other people live here, and they let us stay.", he says. "Thanks, for saving me.", I say. "No problem, but you own me.", he says. I laugh. Chris saved my life. But he's just a friend. He feels like more than a friend. Chris has been friends with me for so long. Now we're on an island. Instead of saving his life he saved mine. He looked for me. He cares about me. "Did you see Emma?", I says. He shakes his head. "I've been looking for both of you. I looked yesterday for 3 hours and I looked today for 1.", he says. "You looked that long?", I ask. "Yea, your my best friend. I would never leave you too die.", he says. He moves all my hair to my left shoulder. It's all dirty with sand and wet. He look at each other for a little bit. "Uh.. Um.. If you want to take a shower it's in the back.", he says while moving his head down. I sip out of the bed and walk to the back. He follows me. I walk outside and go toward the back of the house. I see a curtain weaved with leaves and a small hose. "They have a filter under the ground they made, so it's fresh water. Just don't use it all up.", he says. "Can you bring some clothes over?", I ask. "They have some clothes they've grown out of here.", he says. I nod. He walks away, back into the house. I go into the shower and bring the hose. I walk in and close the curtain. I slowly take off my bikini. I put it on the ground and pick up the hose. I start with my hair, washing out all the sand. I move down my body until all the dirt is gone. Chris slips a sundress under the curtain. I turn off the hose and pull up the sundress. I wash my bottoms and put them on. I open the curtain. There's a basket with two towels next to the shower. I take one and dry my hair. I walk in the house. The sundress is blue, and very pretty. I see two people, a girl and a boy. They look in there 30's. The girl has long blonde hair and brown eyes. The boy has black hair and blue eyes. They look familiar to me. I read about them online, they've been missing for 3 years. Oh my god. That's going to be us. I start to shiver. "Hello, my name is Jane and this is George.", the woman says. "Hi I'm Rachel and you probably know Chris.", I say. "Yes, well you guys might as well go to bed now, it's turning night.", Jane says. I nod. "I have a question, did you build this?", I ask. "We've been here for 3 years, yes.", she says. I nod and walk to the bedroom. I walk in and Chris is on the floor with the blankets. "They sleep in the beds, so you and I can sleep in the blankets.", he says. I slowly sit down on the blankets. He lays in them. I then slip into the blankets. I move around and realize I'm sleeping on a floor, next to Chris. That makes me feel awkward. I look at him and he looks at me. "Promise, tomorrow we'll look for Emma?", I ask. He then moves his hand toward mine and his fingertips brush up against mine. He holds my hand. "Promise", he says. I feel numb inside and I'm shaking. He stares at me with a smile. I then turn the other way. I can't kiss him, he's just my friend. We can't be in love we're just friends. I then close my eyes, and try not to think about Chris.

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