When We All Go

Chapter four

Day three, 8:35 P.M.

I feel...wet?

I open my eyes. I realize that my body is being pinned down by rocks, and water is flowing over me, cutting off my air. For some reason, I find this amusing, and I start laughing, letting the very little air I have left in my lungs out. I breathe in, sucking in cold water. I spend about two minutes choking on the water before my vision begins to cloud, and the world begins to blacken again. I feel a tiny jolt of panic, but I push it aside. I am going to die with burning lungs full of water.

Suddenly a hand comes out of nowhere and grabs my hair pulling my head out of the water. My body tells me to breathe, but my mind rebels. Someone's fingers pinch my nose, then someone's mouth closes over mine, blowing air into my lungs.

I can't help it now, I jerk away, coughing up water.

"Oh, Thank God," A male voice whispers. I open my eyes to see Jac with blood dripping down his face from a gash. The left side of his face is a scrape, that took off about four layers of his skin.

"Ja- Jac?" I choke out, staring at him in slight confusion.

"Swazi," He pants, grimacing. "Are you okay?"

"No, you just kissed me. And my left arm and leg are stuck under this blasted rock." I answer sharply. My head is also pounding.

"I didn't kiss you Swaz, It's called CPR, you know, Saving your life," Jac answers quietly, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the stone behind him.

"What if I didn't want to be saved?!" I shoot back in anger. Jac opens his light brown eyes and looks at me.

"Tough, I'm not letting you die."

I scowl at him.

I look around. There is barely enough light to see, we are sitting in a puddle shin deep. Jac's right arm was pinned under a bunch of heavy looking rocks. We are both covered in cuts and bruises. Jac presses a bloody hand to his shoulder, grimacing.

"I don't suppose you can get out of your stone in casings?" He asks, shifting slightly closer to me. I shiver.

"Nope. I'd need help," I look over at him. Jac has his teeth clenched in pain, as he tries to move his arm. He presses his bloody left hand against the wall. He lets out an agonizing scream of pain and slumps against the wall, white as a sheet.

"Hey, don't kill yourself, I don't want to be left with your disgusting corpse," I say. Jac looks at me, sweat dripping down his face.

"Wonder how long we're gonna have to put up with each other. We've got air, water, but no food, no source of warmth, and we're both bleeding, so if we don't die of hunger, blood loss, drowning, or hypothermia, we might have a chance at surviving this," He says, leaning his head against the wall. There's a deadly silence.

"Does anyone out there, you know, special?" I ask suddenly.

I don't know where that came from. Jac glances at me.

"Just my mom," He says softly. "What about you? You've gotta have someone out there."

I shake my head.

"No one."

Jac furrows his eyebrows.

"Not even your parents?" He asks.

"I don't have parents. I have two people who feed me and give me clothes. But they're not related to me or anything, I just call them my parents so that I don't have to explain to everyone I meet my bloody life story." I sigh, rubbing my face with my good hand. Jac stares at me with slightly dead eyes.