Deserted

chapter 1

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White. My pounding head. Red, lots of of red. Polluting the bright light. A filter of crimson covered my gaze. Then black. Nothing.

I was drifting on a cloud, floating over a beautiful flower field. Golden raise soaked through my skin. I smiled at the comfortable feeling. Birds sang. Pedals ruffled in the gentle breeze. I inhaled deeply engulfing the sweet smell. It started to rain. One single drop landed on my forehead making a splash. I've always loved the rain. I like to think the raindrops are like relationships. Millions of little water droplets working together to form big beautiful fluffy clouds, but then eventually when the pressure becomes too much the clouds turn angry and dark. The clouds learn to let go; allowing the stress, drama, and baggage to fall forming the oceans. Sometimes the oceans can be a little choppy and rough, but before you know it, they're clouds again.

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13 hours earlier
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"C'mon Aspen we're late!"

"I know, I know!" I am defensive towards my frantic little sister. She is almost 18, but she will always be little to me.

"Here take the keys. Now let's go!" I wedge the key into the lock turning just enough before racing down our driveway. My messy light brown hair blows over my face. I climb into the driver's seat as my sister slams the trunk full with luggage shut. She scrambles around the vehicle sliding into the passenger side.

"Are you sure we have everything, Theo?" my sister's full name is Theodora, but she has always gone by Theo. I guess Theodora was too sophisticated or old-fashioned.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure!"

"Ok then, no need for sass. Don't forget we're going to New Zealand!" This was our first time flying without our parents. When we were little we took family vacations every year. Even if money was a little tight my Dad thought it was important to have family bonding time.
I decided that for my twenty-first birthday I wanted to do something crazy. I mean you're only twenty-one once. I have always wanted to see the beautiful landscape of New Zealand. And who better to take with you than your best friend or in my case, sister.

Theo and I do everything together. That was why it was so hard for me to leave for college. I wasn't scared or unprepared. It was quite the opposite, but leaving the one person who made me smile behind was awful. I somehow managed to survive three years of classes so far, but I couldn't wait for Theo to join me.

We make eye contact in the rearview mirror and I give her a look, "I know, I know. I just want everything to go right because it's our first trip together," she turns to face me.

I look into her big brown eyes and smile gently, "don't worry I'm sure everything will be just fine."

The rest of the ride to the airport was spent screaming the words to our favorite songs. There was something so calming about belting lyrics while driving on the highway. All the stress of being on time could float away into the melody of the songs.

We pull up to the parking garage and I swipe my card paying for the month we would be gone. The rail lifts allowing us to climb the infinite ramps searching for an empty spot.

"There!" Theo points to one slot right next to the elevator.

"Perfect." I smile. Theo unloads our bags and I hide the extra key in a secret compartment behind the tire.
We start walking towards the check-in desk. Down the elevator and through the rotating doors. I look back at Theo through the revolving glass. She has always loved the little things in life. That's what I love so much about her. Even the smallest detail would cause her face to light up.

When we were young our dad bought Theo an MP3 player. You would have thought she was just given a million dollars with that smile. That old piece of plastic is still her most prized possession. I'm pretty sure she even brought it with us for the trip.

Yep, that's my sister.

We plant ourselves at the end of the line. I check my phone a little nervous to see we made it there with a little over an hour to spare. You never know how long security is going to take so it's always better to get there early. I've almost missed my fair share of flights trust me, it's not fun.

The lady behind the desk signals us forward. Hair black hair is neatly secured into a low bun and her lips are perfectly stained red. She spoke making her words easy to understand.

I watch our suitcases disappear under the curtain on the conveyor belt. I weave my arms through the straps of my backpack that contains our necessities: my laptop, chargers, money, some toiletries, and a couple of tampons.

Theo grabs our tickets from the machine and tucks them safely in her over-the-shoulder bag. And we are off.

High heels taped, boots shuffled, and sneakers raced. People coming from different ends of the world; all gathering in one place. Some came for work, some came for a vacation, but we came for an adventure. The thrill. The rush you get went jumping into the unknown.
I used to be afraid of the unknown. I would rewatch movies and always acted surprised at the end. Even if I practically had all the words memorized. I liked the comfort of knowing when something was going to happen. It was something I could control. Then I realized what was the point of limiting myself to only two or three movies. I was stopping myself from enjoying life. I still do little things I did when my anxiety was bad, but I got help with a therapist. Honestly that was the best decision I've ever made. I know my anxiety will never fully go away and I've excepted that. I just find ways to work past my habits. I guess that's one of the reasons this trip was so important to me. Leaving home. Being open to the possibilities. I was so ready.

I slide off my shoes and pat myself down looking for any inanimate objects. The second worst feeling at the airport is getting stopped at security. Not only is it embarrassing for yourself, but everyone around you gets annoyed for holding up the line. I place my backpack and shoes in a bin with Theo's stuff. She walks through the frame waiting for me on the other side. I hold my breath as I walk through the daunting scanner. Feeling the eyes of the well over six-foot man burning through my forehead. Luckily I'm all clear. I sigh at the relief. Theo shakes her head smiling, well aware of my fear.

"Oh, shut up" I roll my eyes sliding on my shoes.

"You're never gonna get over that are you?"

"Are you ever gonna stop putting hot sauce on your waffles?" I fire back smirking.

"Hey! Leave me and my waffle eating habits alone" she puffs.

"Calm down let's just find our terminal."
She takes our tickets from her bag and reads the print, "Our gate is D1."
"Alright D1 here we come!"
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see what I did there;)
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anyways I hope you guys liked the first chapter I have big plans for this fic!! I hope I get around to finishing this one I have a lot more experience and I'm way more prepared. if you saw any grammar mistakes feel free to comment:)
don't forget you're beautiful and I love all of you<3
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for reference here's how i picture them: