Insanity Island

The Doctor and Mattie

Soft waves crash against the millions of grains of sand. White puffy clouds float around in the bluest of clouds. A slight orange tint to them. There's a slight ringing in my ears. But I pay no mind to it. I don't remember a time that I've ever been so happy. I knew that I was dying. So why try and figure out where I was?

That's when I hear it. Dozens of screams. Coming from every direction. I try to block it out. So I can die in peace. But it's near impossible. Why can't I die in peace?

The last thing I remember was screaming. Lots and lots of screaming. Now I'm not sure if it was mine, or someone else's. But I know it was happening. It was loud and heart wrenching. I remember that I wanted it to stop. Yet I had no way of making it stop. Then I came to the realization that it was several people screaming. Boys, girls, men, babies, women. Screaming as the plane went down, down, down.

Panic itches at the back of my throat. Where am I? How did I survive? All these questions float around in my brain as I try and get up. Pain shoots around my head. Causing a scream to come out of my dry throat. Water, I need water. Forcing the pain down, I stand up and look around.

I'm on a beach. Just like I thought I was. People are screaming and running around. A man with blood streaming down his head shouts for someone that's probably dead. A woman in her teenage years with a seemingly broken leg cries in agony. All these people, I want to help but how? How do I help every screaming person?

Black spots my vision. Dancing across like stars. No, I can't pass out. Not with all these people needing help. Vile rises up my throat. Burning on the way out. It wretches out of me, making more vile rise up. The black spots have now covered most of my vision. Where's Bianca? Where's The Doctor? The last thought that crosses my mind is 'I love you Tate'.

* 3 hours later *

When I open my eyes again, it is dark. The last bird chirps. The ringing in my eats still hasn't faded. A slight breeze blows through the forest trees. I bring myself to a sitting position. Looking down, I notice dry blood trailing down my chest. More dried blood covers my mangled white shirt. Wether it's mine or someone else's, it makes me shiver. I internally groan. I should not have worn this. Yet again, I had no way of knowing that the plane was going to crash.

"Oh geez."I mumble, bringing myself to stand up. Surprisingly, there is no pain in my legs. But my head pounds. My left arm dangled uselessly at my side. I start walking towards the clearing in the trees ahead. Where are all those people? Before I blacked out, I heard people. Heck, I even saw them. Or was I just imagining all of it? Was my brain so damaged that I made up all those people so I wouldn't feel alone?

Light from the moon shines on the vast ocean. I take a minute to admire it. The last memory I have from the beach is when my brother took me. It was when I had just turned 8, he took me to Huntington Beach while our mum and step dad were on a 3 week business trip. It was honestly the best 3 weeks of my life. But eventually our parents found out and we got grounded. Though it was so worth it in the end.

I'm suddenly jarred out of my thoughts by a scream. Not just any scream, this one is heart wrenching. The kind to make you cover your ears and pray for the best. For some odd reason, the longer it continues, the longer I stand there and think. If I made up those people here, what kind of damage did my brain have? And another thing, what was The Doctor doing on a plane?

It was odd. The Doctor, someone I grew up learning and hearing about from my mum, on a plane. Thinking of it now, I actually miss my mum and my real dad. It's a whole complicated story. My mum, Amy, got married to Rory Pond.

They had two kids, me and Tatum. Rory got shipped off to the military(or so she tells me) so my mum got remarried after a little while. Thus my last name being Unger in formal use instead of Pond. Yet I still prefer people to call me Mattie Pond. Shaking the depressing thoughts out of my head, I make my way down the beach.