Hey-o people! xXxInMyDreamsxXx here! First of all I think I should probably mention that the amazing GlitterGirl123 is going to be helping me with this story! She's awesome right?! Anyway couple things you should know before we get on to the chappie. This is RTD (cause it's awesome) and even though this is under the Drama/Romance category it will also have humor. You might also want to know that in this story everyone (except my OC) is 18 and up and that they don't know each other (except for Rocky and Ty and Gunther and Tinka). Alrighty that just about covers it and I hope you enjoy the chappie!
Rocky's POV
My head was pounding and my chest was burning. A familiar metallic smell filled my nostrils. My whole body ached, hurt to the point where even the slightest movement, I felt like screaming. My head was throbbing erratically. I could hear slight rustling in the background but I couldn't open my eyes even if I tried to order them to. Something bad had happened and I needed to remember, but I couldn't.
I searched my brain for anything that could have led up to this pain all of my muscles were in and then it all clicked inside. Screaming. A gut-wrenching, bloodcurdling scream was burned into my mind, playing over and over as much as it pleased, only making the headache worse. Why did I remember this God-awful shriek?
My brown eyes finally tore open and darkness surrounded me, with only the half-risen moon offering some source of light as I tried to move. I looked around, my eyes wandering to every direction possible, just…trying to take in the scene once my vision became pristine.
"She's up," a familiar male voice spoke. A hand gently touched my leg and I shot up like a rocket, resulting in agonizing pain from the very sudden movement.
"T-T-Ty?" I stuttered out, seeing his shadowy figure crouching toward me.
"Yeah Rocky. It's me," he replied softly, looking at me in the eye. My heart was racing as my eyes darted around once more.
Plane. I was on an airplane, and I'm one hundred percent sure that's where the yelling happened. It was all making sense now. The screaming, the metal-like smell, and the pain my entire body was in; I understood how it occurred to…this. I was on an airplane and it crashed. Crashed. Just like that. But I survived it. And that's what's confusing me.
I knew what happened now. I remembered the oxygen masks dropping from above and the girl next to me, clutching onto her mother and shrieking until her voice had gone raw. The inside of the plane had gone black and I struggled to breathe, just barely getting the mask that would provide me some air attached to my face.
Screams and prayers broke out through the small aircraft until there was a big crash. I was jolted forward, my head harshly making contact with the dull gray seat in front of me. It continued, my head banging against it again and again until all I could see was a dark crimson liquid steadily dripping down my eyes and messing up my vision. My older brother's voice rang through my head from beside me. 'Hang on.' Then everything slowly faded into darkness.
"Ty?" an unknown female voice suddenly called out. The throbbing worsened at that, it was too loud…
"Yeah Tinka, I'm over here. My sister just woke up," he responded loudly. I clutched my head at that.
"Would you mind not yelling? My head hurts a bit," I whispered, rubbing my temple lightly.
"Sorry," he mouthed. Suddenly, I saw a girl with long blonde hair (which looked pretty good for having been in a plane crash) emerging from the bushes with a flashlight. She walked over to us and shined the (very bright) light on my face, causing my eyes to burn from the powerful beam so I put both hands up to block some of it away from me.
"Ty? Who is she? And where are we?" I asked sullenly, removing my hands from my features.
"This is Tinka. And we don't know."
"We? You mean there are others?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. So my brother and I weren't the only ones alive?
"Yeah," Tinka chimed in. "There's like seven people if you count us three."
"Eight. You forgot the pilot," Ty corrected. She nodded at what he said.
"Eight people then," the girl repeated. "We should get to the campsite. Can you stand up?"
A shooting pain went through my body as I tried to climb to my feet. I began to feel lightheaded, dizzy if you will, and I began to sway back and forth. My body started to fall backwards but Ty snaked an arm around my waist and slung my arm over his shoulders before I could make hit the ground. My head had enough of that with a leather seat.
"Tinka, a bit of help here please?" he questioned the blonde girl. She walked over and did the same as Ty, securing her arm around my waist before putting my other limb over her own shoulder.
I used them as crutches for most of the way and when I could finally walk without the fear of falling down, we had gotten at the camp. Four people were sitting around a fire I assumed they had built.
There was a blond boy who looked a lot like Tinka sitting on one side of the fire with a little girl of about ten years old who had jet black hair and blue eyes next to him. Across from them was a Hispanic-looking boy with huge dark eyebrows and short hair with the same shade of brown. Sitting next to the boy with the special eyebrows was a redhead with brown eyes and a petite frame. She was currently laughing at something someone had said.
"Look!" the blond boy (who looked to be about my age) exclaimed with a slight smile playing on his lips. "It's Sleeping Beauty."
My eyes narrowed at that. "What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped.
"It means you were unconscious for a long time and none of us were sure that you would ever wake up," he replied pointedly with a roll of his eyes, the playing playful smile long gone. I snorted and took a seat on the log next to the redhead.
"How long was I out? Two hours?" I questioned him in a mocking tone.
"You were knocked out for almost two days actually," he replied in an equally harsh and mimicking tone.
I blinked at that. Two days? I had been asleep for two days? I knew I had hit my head hard continuously but enough that I was not awake for two whole days? Gosh…two days…
"Hi. I'm CeCe!" the girl with the vivid red curls exclaimed, sticking out her palish hand (it was hard to determine her exact skin tone). I grasped the outstretched hand and gave it a light shake.
"I'm Rocky," I replied.
"Yeah. CeCe joined us about an hour ago," Tinka spoke up.
"Yep. And the guy next to her literally showed up like, five seconds before you guys," the little girl chimed in. "I'm Avia by the way."
I lifted my hand up and waved at Avia, which made her smile brightly and wave back.
"So…what's your name?" CeCe asked turning to the Cuban guy with the large dark eyebrows.
His left eye began to twitch slightly. "I-I-I-I a-a-a-m a b-b-boy."
"I can see that. But what's your name?" CeCe replied slowly.
"I-I-I uh…I h-have a name b-but I c-c-can't remember it at this exact m-moment."
"Well, I'm Ty," my brother spoke up from across the campfire.
"Hi. I'm Deuce," the Latino replied with no stuttering whatsoever.
CeCe's head whipped around, making her hair fly around. "Oh, I see how it is! You don't like me!"
Deuce's dark eyes widened as his left eyebrow begin to twitch. What's up with the twitching?
"No!" he practically yelled, causing CeCe to jump a bit. "I-I-I love you!"
"I just found out what your name was and now you love me?" the redhead repeated with discomfort, looking at him with a freaked-out expression.
"No! I—"
CeCe stood up and cut him off by saying, "I think I'm gonna go sit with Avia," she announced. CeCe suddenly smiled brightly. "Maybe I can braid your hair!"
Avia's eyes widened as she began to shake her head rapidly. "No, no, no, no, NO!"
CeCe's happy grin turned into a pout. "Aww!"
My stomach growled. It wasn't the subtle, quiet growl that only me and the person closest to me could hear. It was the kind of loud growl that everyone could hear, as if it literally just roared.
"Hungry?" Gunther smirked straight across from me. I glared at him.
"We have a survival pack in the pilot's cove, which we ended up landing near. There are a couple blankets, two tents and some beef jerky with a dozen water bottles," Ty informed me, tossing me a bag of the meat. Oh no.
"But I'm a vegetarian…"
Gunther rolled his eyes. "Look. Either you eat the stupid jerky and stay alive or carry on with your vegetarian nobility and die. Either one works for me."
I glared at that stupid blond head of his. "Shut it, Blondie."
"I'm just being honest here."
"He really is," Tinka said. "He's just really rude and snappy about it." She turned to Gunther. "We may be in the middle of nowhere, but keep that up and I will break your face and use that old betwinkler 3000 and betwinkle parts that should never be betwinkled. Got it?"
He scoffed at that. "Right."
"Oh. You wanna go there?"
He gulped. "…Shutting up now."
Tinka smiled sweetly. "Good." Gunther's eyebrow rose at Tinka's sudden mood change.
"Give me the bag," I mumbled to Ty. He passed it to me and I opened it. Eight years of no meat will now go down the toilet in one bite. I haven't eaten a sliver of meat since I was ten and now I would forever be…an animal eater. I closed my eyes and put a piece of the beef jerky into my mouth and chewed slowly. I winced at that, but I shoved another piece since one: I was very hungry. Two: I had no choice. And three: I didn't get any food for two days and this was the only option.
"So are you sure I can't braid your hair?" CeCe asked once more. Avian shook her head and scooted over to me.
"Fine then. I'll just sit by the hot tall blond guy!" she shouted, offended by Avia's actions. I nearly chocked on my…meat…at that one. Gunther, hot? No! The guy looked like he went through a taffy stretcher! He's like, the scrawniest person I've ever seen!
"You think I'm hot?" Gunther asked with a cocky grin forming on his face. I rolled my eyes at that. Yeah right.
"I call 'em as I do," CeCe replied simply.
The night drew on, our campfire beginning to fade as it did so. Once in a while we would get a request from the pilot and one of us would take turns to bring him some food or water. None of us knew if he was going to make it through the night, let alone until help came along, and that could be weeks.
He was in pretty bad condition. The accident had paralyzed him from the waist down and the metal had bent so it was nearly impossible to get him out without any heavy machinery. The windshield had blown out sometime during the crash so we could still communicate with him and all.
"So," I spoke up as my brother tried to keep the fire going on by adding some wood. "What's your story?"
Tinka shifted around uncomfortably before opening her mouth and making herself the first to reply. "Gunther and I were gonna visit the old country. We're twins so our birthday was in a week and we were supposed to celebrate it there."
Gunther nodded solemnly. "Yeah…our mother used to be royalty." Royalty? Wow.
"I was gonna visit my dad in Florida," the redhead said. "My parents are divorced and my dad's getting remarried so Cathy made me Maid Of Honor."
"I had to go to Cuba to find out what the family business is. I turned eighteen a while ago and that's when the Martinez family members finds out what it is," Deuce said. "This flight was one of the connecting ones to Cuba."
"Ty and I had to be there for some family reunion in Chicago," I found myself saying. Ty nodded.
"My mommy and were going to go see my auntie and uncle," Avia whispered in a small voice. My heart broke for the raven haired little girl when I saw her eyes getting misty. "I hope she's still here."
"I wish our cell phones had a signal…" I heard CeCe mutter.
"Really Red?" Gunther snapped. "Cell phone service? What else, your mirror and makeup kit?"
"No, I meant I want a signal so we can at least tell our families we're here and alive. God, I'm not that selfish. And don't call me that!"
"Gunther. I'm warning you," his sister threatened.
He sighed. "But she's right. Our families don't know if we're dead or not."
"Glad to know you're not always snippy," I mumbled, but the blond heard me.
"And now I know you are always annoying."
"I take it back."
"And I don't."
"Jerk."
"You're such a bland brunette."
"And you're a—" Ty covered my mouth before I could finish that sentence, which was probably for the best.
Our campfire was now dead, only the leftover embers that flickered in the pile of dirt that remained. The air was filled with the sounds of crickets happily chirping without a care. In the spots where you could see through the leaves from the heavy foliage above us showed millions of stars in the night sky. The moon had completely risen and gave the campsite a thin glow.
All I could think about was the plane. Everything had started so well, and then all the sudden we end up here? The plane shouldn't have crashed. This couldn't be happening to me. I have a life, I have friends who love me and vice-versa, I have a family that wouldn't want me to die in the middle of the woods! I don't deserve this, Ty doesn't deserve this, Avia doesn't deserve this…none of us do, even Gunther (who I hate), but yet it still happened.
I wanted to close my eyes. Pretend this was a dream and the next morning I would wake up safe and sound, snuggled up in my bed while my mom woke me up for the actual flight because I don't want this to be real. That wasn't going to happen though, that wasn't my reality. My reality wasn't full of promises or hope, right now my reality was filled with fear. Fear that we may never get out of this mess, fear that I may never be able to see my family again, fear that a little girl with a whole life ahead of her will have only gotten to be on the Earth for ten short years.
My eyelids grew heavier and with every second that slowly passed by, the more tired I became. My muscles grew slack and my body relaxed, my mind drifting off as I fell into a dreamless slumber.
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–Liz