Lost

Ch 7

Am I dead?

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I felt movement, like I was going somewhere, but I wasn't the one that was moving. I felt almost paralyzed, too tired to move. My mind was weak too, I guess it was from the stress of the crash. It took me almost a minute to realize if I opened my eyes I could see where the movement was coming from. So I did, barely, but I did. It was matt, carrying me from the plane that was torn apart and in flames behind him. He gently leaned me against a tree and with my eyes unnoticeably open, I looked at him, he looked exhausted, a cut across his forehead. As he stood up, I noticed he looked pale, and once he was upright, he collapsed in front of me.

My eyes snapped fully open and I lunged forward to check on him, sending a sharp pain through my body. "Matt..." I gently shook him. "Matt!" I said a little louder this time, but to no avail. I looked around, we were in a thickly wooded area that was eerily quiet. I looked around to see Alex, Holt, and Jake on the ground unconscious, but breathing. Did matt pull them all from the plane? I looked down at him. He looked pretty peaceful, aside from a cut that ran across his forehead, which was bleeding and looked pretty painful. I didn't know much about first aid, but I knew this much... bleeding = bad. I stood up, sending a sharp pain down into my legs, I had to finish what Matt had probably intended on doing. I made my way toward the back of the plane. It was on fire, but it was at the front, and it wasn't raging yet, just lightly crackling flames. I made my way past a small lake and through a hole in the side of the plane. I looked to the front of the plane, Alice and the others were in their seats, lifeless. It sent chills down my spine. I looked to the back of the plane where suitcases and clothes were strewn about. I gathered all my strength and drug the suitcases towards the hole in the plane, tossing them out and sending dirt flying as they hit the ground. Then I remembered a safety briefing John had given us shortly before we boarded the plane. There was a survival kit in the back of the plane. When I had thrown out all the suitcases from the back of the plane, I went and grabbed the kit, which was a backpack packed full to the brim with supplies. Thank you john. I dragged all six suitcases and the kit back toward where everyone was neatly leaned against their own tree, and matt laid on the ground, still unconscious. I opened the suitcase I knew to be mine and pulled out one of my long-sleeved shirts. It was the one mom had gotten me on our trip to DC, which is why it hurt me so much to pull the sleeves off of it. I took one of the sleeves over to the small lake and dipped it in the water, which looked clean enough, but nothing like Zephyrhills. I carried the sleeve back over to the others. They looked pretty beaten up, but none as bad as Matt, who had worked to save everyone from the plane. I leaned up against the tree, using all of my remaining strength to pull matt toward me, laying his head in my lap and, the sleeve across where he had been cut. Thats when the sleep came, which despite my circumstances was some of the best sleep of my life. Must've been the exhaustion.

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When I awoke, I didn't feel like opening my eyes. I just sat and listened as I remembered where I was. I listened to the soft sound of waves, birds chirping, and- who the hell is laughing?

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Authors note: The song at the top has nothing to do with the story, that's just what I'm listening to as I write. To my two most loyal readers, Matt and Alex, I love you fools. And to anyone else reading this. Thanks.