My other story is a bust! And since reading the new spoilers for season 8, I have lost MOST of my interest. But however I've been pondering this little story a few days ago and after reading one of my favourite stories on here it brought back that memory.
Lost
Delightful, sweet chirping of birds resonated all about in the atmosphere accompanied by cool rushes of wind against her body. It felt like heaven, as if floating on wispy cirrus clouds high, high above all human life. A smile broadened on her peaceful face as the peacefulness of her surroundings set in. Like the dawn of day, the morning sun soaked her silky skin, bringing warmth like the sheets she curled up in.
A sudden gush of water swashing against a shore awoke her fully. Calleigh stretched her body and smiled in satisfaction of a good night's sleep. But soon she came to realize that her bed no longer felt fluffy and comfy - but hard and grainy. She shot up in a sitting position and her eyes widened quickly. There she lay in front of a everlasting beach, the waters spead out as far as the eyes could see, all the way to the horizon that met the rising orange sun. Slowly she eyed her palm: full of sand. Then she looked forward again in confoundment. Her hair swayed left and right when her eyes searched for an explanation. They found none. She was in the middle of an island.
After much gasping and panicking to almost a fit, she calmed and composed herself. There must have been a good reason why she was here, right? Calleigh gazed down at herself. She was wearing faded blue shorts and a loose fitting white tank top.
'I never wore these to bed last night, did I?' she questioned herself.
A loud snap originated from behind, startling her onto her barefeet. Now she stared into a think, green forest of trees and she had no idea where the sound came from. Scary yes, but somehow she came to the decision that the only way out was in. Branches high, low and intertwined surround her as much as the towering trees, shadowing her path. Despite the awkward sounds she kept on moving.
'Oh, God, where am I? How did I get here?' she asked herself calmly.
After a while of searching through what seemed like an endless journey she heard something. It became louder and louder as she gained speed towards it. Clearer and more defined it became. It was the sound of rushing water, hurling and eddying at the foot of a waterfall. Calleigh stopped in amazement at the white spraying fall coming from high above and met the river down below. The width was about twelve feet.
'That's twice of Eric,' she thought. She was able to walk across with little difficulty, the water only reached her thighs. 'These shorts do come in handy... oh my God.' A large rock, perched on a suffering palm tree, but what caught her eye was that it had writing on it. It read:
'If you found yourself lost on an island and you were able to have one thing, what would it be? Say it out loud.'
'How strange,' she rolled her eyes, 'hmm, I am hungry, I suppose a hot fudge sunday would do me good...' Calleigh opened her mouth and drew in a breath then stopped. 'No I don't want that, that's stupid.' She thought again then reconsidered.
"Eric," she whispered. And for a while she waited while glaring down at the flat rock below her. A sudden wave of sad emotions flooded her. Would she ever see him again? She was lost and gave up hoping that a rock could bring him back. Calleigh threw herself on the ground, bringing her knees to her chest. "Eric!" she cried. The thought of never seeing him again hurt her until she sobbed. "I can't live without you, I..."
"Ahhhhhh...!" A loud scream echoed through the forest followed by a loud crash, "Damn it - shit!" Calleigh's face lit up immediately, that was definately Eric.
She took off running towards the river and jumped in, not minding the water splashing all over her. A milisecond later she found herself in front of a shaking bush on the bank of the river.
"Eric!" she squealed.
"Calleigh?" he asked unbelievably, pushing a hole through the bush to see her, "A little help, please?"
"Oh," she reached out her hand. Eric dragged himself out quickly. He was decorated with twigs and dirt and bush all over. He struggled to get every last one out, grimacing and throughing them down in a rage. Calleigh couldn't help but laugh.
"What!?"
"I'm sorry, it's just that, um, are you okay?" she asked switching her mood.
"Yeah," he calmed.
Calleigh could do nothing more than perceive his presence, his cuteness - he belonged here, with her. She stared at him with a loving smile. He finally looked her after riping off the last debris. She enveloped him in a hug, burying her head in his firm chest for comfort. For a moment she held on tightly, but he never complained. She turn her face to the side and sighed against him.
"I'm glad you're here," she said, her voice still tearfilled.
"Are you - are you crying?" he asked worried. He threaded his hand through her hair and rubbed his thumb over her wet cheek. One good look into her red swollen face and he sighed, "stop, you have no reason to." She smiled then frowned.
"I thought I'd never see you again, and I got scared."
"Don't be, sweetheart I'm right here."
Eric's reassuring words were the only thing that held her in that moment........
"I'm right here, Cal.," he whispered, "please, please wake up soon."
A broken-hearted Eric cried while sitting beside her holding her palm. Tears ran down his puffy cheeks as he watched her lay in the hospital bed before him, breathing through the tube in her mouth.