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A/n: Another wee prompt-inspired one-shot. This one was written using the prompt "smoke". Timeline is the pilot - though that ought to pretty obvious once you start reading.
74. Smoke
I open my eyes and immediately wish I hadn't. There's fire and smoke, sunlight and screaming. I'm hurting and I can't see Boone.
Please, please… I silently plead to whoever can hear me as I struggle to my feet. Please let me wake up… this is a nightmare and I want to wake up now.
This can't be happening. It absolutely cannot be happening. I pinch myself, hard, and all I feel is more pain. I wonder if that whole pinching-yourself-awake-from-a-nightmare thing actually works.
I feel short of breath as my brain catches up with sense, and my asthma catches up with my panic.
People are running around, screaming, yelling, bloody, injured, crying and I still can't find Boone anywhere. The stress in my body is making asthma worse. Who wouldn't be stressed, though, after your plane crashes on some deserted island, after breaking apart in mid-air.
I'm shaking uncontrollably and the panic inside me reaches my limit and becomes suddenly wildly overwhelming.
"BOONE!" I scream as loud as I physically can. Save me, Boone. Get me out of here. Stop this nightmare…
"Boone!"
This can't be happening. It can't be. Please, please let this be a dream… wake up…
"Boone!"
Where are you?! Please, where are you… You can't be dead, you can't leave me here without you… Oh gosh, I'm going to die here… like Boone… please…
I keep screaming and screaming. My throat gets hoarse from it. I keep screaming anyway, though my throat is raw and I'm having trouble breathing. I keep having coughing fits because of the smoke and my asthma. It's choking me and it hurts my lungs when I inhale it but I can't, I won't, stop screaming.
I have to get out of this nightmare.
Please, Shannon. Wake UP!
A/n: Thanks for reading! Reviews are always appreciated. :)