Stranded

What the Island?

This story begins with the end.

The end of the world - my world, at least.

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My eyes fluttered open to meet the vast open sky. I turned my head to look around me only to realise that I was on some piece of land.

Wait, what?

I jolted upright but let out a cry as intense pain shot through my body. Where in the world was I? I got my answer as soon as looked at the half-broken jet around me.

My jet. . . Oh my goodness. Half of the roof of the jet was missing.  The rest of its body had enormous holes in different places, chunks of the once sleek body of the jet littered the almost white sand of the beach. Black soot covered every part of the aircraft that was still intact and its fans were broken as well.

Realisation dawned upon me- My jet crashed here! Miraculously, I was still alive unless this is what after life looked like. Though I doubted it. I was glad, though, that the jet hadn't burst into flames. It seemed like the pilot was well trained and tried to crash safely.

Oh no.

The pilot! Sweat drained down from my face as I had no idea whether he was be alive or not. A knot started to form in my throat. He might actually be dead. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with terror as my legs began trembling and I started hyperventilating. 

How in the world will I survive? What was I even going to do?

Black dots appeared in front of my eyes, slowly obscuring my vision. I squeezed my eyes shut and took three deep breaths. Holding on to one of the arm rests of the closest seat, I tried to muster up the strength to stand up. 

Ugh... this is not working. Oh my God, I am going to die. 

I wondered what my family thought happened to me. I was on the way to meet my dad in Manchester. It was a pretty long flight as I lived in New York with my mother and my younger sister. I had told my mother that the only reason I was going there was because I hadn't seen him in a long time which was sort of true as I did miss him a lot. But the actual reason was quite different.

Then this stupid jet crashed.

Wincing, I stood up from the partly sandy, previously beautiful, carpeted floor of the jet to examine my body. My clothes were torn revealing skin covered in bruises and deep cuts. Small drops of fresh blood ran down my skin, staining my favourite white jumper. The colour of the drops contrasting with the dark patches of dried blood all over my body. My dirty blonde hair was filled with ash and other unrecognisable substances.

Yuck. . . I probably looked disgusting! I couldn't possibly imagine what I was looking like. I wouldn't ever want anyone to see me in this condition. Because of the crash, all my makeup was lost as well and I had no concealer or anything else to help me not look like the monster I'm sure I was looking like. But of course, that was the least of my concerns right now.

These were one of those moments when I genuinely hate my luck. I mean, my jet.

As I took a step out of the jet, I registered my surroundings. The steel blue waves hit the shore and the birds chirped in the distance. The sky was etched with orange and red indicating the sunset. The island itself was enormous with gigantic trees and a lot of greenery. It was a beautiful view. This place didn't look so bad. In fact, it was kind of inviting considering i had just crashed there.

Turning around I took a look at the jet. Oh my poor jet. . . Half of the roof of the jet was missing. It must have blown off when I crashed. The rest of its body had holes in different places, chunks of the once sleek body of the jet littered the almost white sand of the beach. Black soot covered every part of the aircraft that was still intact and its fans were broken as well.

Suddenly, I thought I saw a glimpse of something in between the trees behind the jet. A feeling of dread crawled over me. Was I not alone here?

'Hello? Anyone there? I'm Valerie Jean Harringtoon and I won't harm you!' I called out dumbly.

I don't know why I did that. I felt helpless and desperately needed help. Someone to talk to, someone to help me get out of here. And if there were people on this island, that would help a lot.

If it was something else, though, that's a completely different story and frankly, not one I wanted to think about.

There was no answer.

I was probably hallucinating. The crash must have done some sort of brain damage.

Or it was a viscous bear that wanted to rip my apart, piece by piece- no Val, stop.

Of course, it's not a bear, you fool.

Maybe it is.

Ugh, I hate that voice, it really is annoying.

Convincing myself that my brain had tricked me, I stood at the shore of the sea and took deep breaths to prevent an oncoming panic attack. It was almost upon me, I could feel it. The calm waves weren't really helping though, all I could think about was how the world could be so peaceful after it has put me in this blasted situation.

I had no water, no food, no new clothes, no way to go back home. Wait, where is my phone? My back pocket of course, where else would it be... no. No, no, no. No. My shaking hand pulled out my 'phone', if you could even call it that. The front screen fell out as I brought it in front of my face to look at it, and the back was no where to be found. With the very core of my phone held in my hand, I kicked the beach sand in front of me. No hope of communication, ever.

I was stranded.

Never had I ever been so angry, afraid and felt such little hope, at the same time, for as long as I have lived-

'AAAAAAAHHH!' A voice shouted from behind me, breaking my train of thought, distracting me from my panic attack for a moment. I gasped, holding my broken 'phone' out as a weapon, as if it could help me in any way.

A tall man was running towards me.

"Dammit." I whispered.

Instantly dropping whatever I had been holding, I scrambled back to the jet, screaming on the top of my lungs, truly feeling like today was going to be the last day I lived.

If the people here wanted to murder me then I was better alone.

I turned to close the jet's door but to my horror, there was no freaking door! The stupid thing must have blown off when the jet crashed here as well. Of course it did. Thanks for the universe, really really grateful.

Oh my God! Who the heck was that and what does he want from me? I quickly darted across the tiny jet and hid under a broken seat of the jet hoping he would never find me there.

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A/N: Hey everyone!
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~Zee, Mani and Subs