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I woke up feeling beads of sweat drip down from my hairline. I was in a makeshift room. It was burning hot. Where was I?
The last thing I remember was waking up to screams. Piercing, terrifying, screams. A sudden rush of vertigo hit me as I discovered that the plane was violently spiraling downward. I looked to my left and saw that Brooke – the girl sitting beside me – was wide-eyed with fear. I started muttering to myself:
“The other day when we were walking by
The graveyard near the house
You asked me if I thought
We would ever die.
And if life and love both fade so predictably,
We’ve made ourselves a kind of predictable lie.”
And just like that the plane crashed. I was forcibly jerked forward by the strength of the impact flying out of my seat and hitting…something. I’m not sure. It wasn’t the interior of the plane – that had broken apart in the crash. It could have been a boulder…but that seemed impossible. What ever it was, it hurt, and before I blacked out, I felt blood trickle down from my temple.
It was then that I was brought back to my surroundings. I felt the presence of a band-age wrapped around my head. I reached up to peel it off when a voice stopped me.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You could still be bleeding,” a male voice said from my right side. I turned to see a blonde boy flipping through a book. He had a pointed a geometrically curios face and broad shoulders. His hair was standing up at all ends and there was a bored look to him. He was wearing dirty blue jeans and a simple yet sweaty white V-neck. I could see the hints of a six-pack under his shirt.
“What?” I asked, confused by the whole situation. “Where – wha – huh?”
“You’ve been out for a while now. Actually, a couple of days. Everyone thought you were dead but you were still breathing so they didn’t toss you out to see or burn you like the rest of the dead bodies. Barbaric, right?” the boys said with an amused eyebrow raise, finally looking up from his reading material.
“Excuse me?” I gasped, sickened by the thought. “What are you – “?
“I’m joking, stop worrying. You flew out of the plane and into a boulder during the crash. It’s a miracle that you’re alive. You probably have a concussion, but the fact that you’re awake is good. You not the only one whose been passed out. We had to move you out for a while ‘cause the pregnant girl fainted and gave birth. They figured it wasn’t good for the baby to have a half-dead girl in the medical hut.”
“I – I’ve been unconscious for days? There was a baby – what?”
“It’ll make sense when you see everything for yourself. But, yeah, that pretty much sums up most of what happened. The other half is the leaders were picked, jobs were specified, roommates were assigned, sh*t like that,” he shrugged, closing the book and placing it on the floor. It was then when I noticed that it was my journal.
“Hey! You can’t read that! Just because I was passed out for days doesn’t mean you have the right to snoop – “
“I wasn’t snooping,” he interrupted, laughing. “They told me to watch you. I figured that I should somehow get to know you since ya know, you weren’t up for conversation.” He smiled, showing a full set of perfect pearly white teeth. I glared at him. “Your good by the way. Great poet. But, uh, a little on the unlucky side,” he joked.
I continued my glare. “I don’t even know who you are,” I spat at him, my voice as menacing as possible.
“Chase Lament, at your service,” he said with a nod of his head.
“Hey, Chase, it’s my turn to watch Avian – Ava! You’re up!” cried Brooke Coombe, the girl I was sitting next to on the plane. She pushed back a curtain and entered the hut, smiling when she saw me. “How do you feel?”
“Like I got smashed into a boulder,” I replied dryly.
Chase chuckled, “Well, that’s to be expected. I’m off to go ‘cook.’” He strolled out of the tent, but before he got up, he kicked my journal over to me. I reached down to grab it but was hit with a dizzy spell, so I continued to lie in my bunk.
“Were you two having an actually conversation?” Brooke asked once she knew Chase was out of earshot.
“Yeah…? Two people talking – not a huge deal,” I replied starring up at the bamboo ceiling.
“It is when that’s Chase Lament. He hasn’t talked to anyone since we crashed – I don’t think he’s spoken to anyone before the crash. He has this CD player and he has a huge bag full of batteries – his headphones are always in. I wonder why he started speaking now?”
“Probably because he was curious about the person who wrote the journal he was reading – the snoop,” I mumbled to myself, still furious at my invasion of privacy.
“I mean,” Brooke continued, not hearing my statement, “It’s just weird. How can you not speak? It’s craz – “ her rambling was interrupted by a scream. I sat up and Brooke rushed outside to see what was happening. When she came back there were tears in her eyes. “Someone was attacked by a tiger! They’re carrying the body across the beach now!” She rushed to my cot to help me stand and we ran out of the hut, making room for the victim.
‘So I pictured us like corpses lying side by side in pieces
In some dark and lonely plot under a bough.
We looked so silly
There all decomposed, half turned to dust in tattered clothes,
Though we probably look just as silly now.’
‘Where the hell are we,’ I thought as I stared at the mangled, bloody body of a classmate. ‘Where the hell are we…’