Summary: When Jaede found out that Adam, her best friend and the man she loves, was doing drugs, she felt that she needed to leave for a while because she couldn't deal with someone she really cares about torturing themselves like that. Since her mom was Australian, she decided to go to Australia. While she was there, she realized that it was the biggest mistake of her life and when she gets tickets to go back, she gets stuck on flight 815. While Jaede is on the island, she becomes really close friends with Boone and starts to have feelings for him but she's scared because she still loves Adam. Keep reading to find out the mysteries she has to deal with on the island and the battles/emotions that she goes through.
I suck at summaries. Sorry :\
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so I don't have to keep reposting this.
I woke up to a throbbing pain in my head. I opened my eyes and lifted my head up. I was in water strapped to an airplane seat. A few yards away I saw an island where I noticed part of the plane that was on fire.
I looked around trying to find something to use as a paddle. I saw a long piece of metal a couple feet away from me. I tried reaching for it when I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my upper left arm. I looked at it and noticed that my sweater had slid down and there was a large chunk of metal stuck deep in my arm. It hurt so much but I couldn't do anything about it while I'm in the middle of the ocean strapped to an airplane seat. I looked at the rest of my body making sure there weren't any other pieces of metal stuck in me, but I noticed that I still had my bag around my shoulder. I looked inside to see if anything fell out. Surprisingly, everything was still in there. My iPod, iPod charger, my journal, cell phone and cell phone charger, with my make up bag too. So out of this crazy hectic plane crash, all this just happens to still be in my bag. It probably doesn't work but it's still weird.
I tried reaching for the long piece of metal again, trying not to scream from the pain in my arm. When I finally got it, I paddled all the way to the island. I tried unbuckling myself but the seatbelt was stuck. I tried again and again but it still wouldn't open. I made the strap as loose as I could and climbed out. I looked around at my surroundings. It was as if my ears had just turned on. The sound surrounding me; an engine whirring, screams, peoples foot steps. The terrible sound of flames and peoples bloodcurdling yells for help gave me the shivers. I gulped, not wanting to see the terrible sight all around me.
I looked around in horror. The middle section of the plane was half buried in the sand of the beach. The pain in my arm got stronger and stronger but I ignored this as I saw one of the wings of the plane creak about 50 feet in the air, threatening to fall. I could see a lot of the survivors running around, pulling people to their feet, shouting for loved ones, and screaming in pain, some even crawling on the sand. I could see a small group of men lift a large piece of the plane off of a man screaming. They lifted the metal off of him and then pulled him into view. I groaned in horror as I could see the mans legs knee-down had been yanked off, probably by the metal. The look was horrendous and I felt nauseous. I looked away, my hand on my mouth.
Suddenly I fell backward on the sand, it took me by surprise and I screamed. I sat up immediately and I figured out it was because the water was driving me into the water. The distance of each drag was turning from inches to meters, the water was now up to my waist. I was about to stand up but the force of the water was too strong.
With great difficulty I flipped over onto my stomach, looking around for help. Closest was a man who looked to be in his early thirties or late twenties, kneeling down on the ground, giving a woman on the sand CPR. The figure looked long gone, but the man was beating at her chest like she was a plastic dummy. I yelled at him for help, he was definitely within hearing distance, just a couple of feet away. He gave no signs of hearing me and carried on, pushing the woman's chest until, to both of our surprise, she burst into life and started breathing hard.
"Hey!" I shouted, but they still didn't hear. They exchanged a few words and then walked to the other side of the beach. I groaned inwardly and screamed to nobody in particular for help. But a sudden immense clattering sound and incredible explosions to my far left following a horrible creaking sound blotted out my yells. I looked over at the commotion; the wing of the plane sticking up in the air had fallen, just missing a passer-by, the person's figure too blurred for me to see clearly. I quickly ignored this and yelled yet again at anybody who could listen. Nobody did, and I was dragged further and further into the sea until I was bobbing by just my head visible. I was terrified out of my skull, waving frantically at the survivors of our plane crash. My last hope was my arms, or the prospect that someone might see me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and yelled as loud as my lungs would allow, but unfortunately a wave broke and enveloped me, sending threshes of seawater down my throat. I didn't expect it but I beat at the water around me with my arms until I got to the surface. I gasped at the air only to be thrown back under the water. I started beating again, swiping and pushing at the water but the idea finally dawned on me that I was dead anyway, nobody was coming, and I can't survive in this water. As I slowly let the air out of my mouth and my nostrils I treasured the last few moments of air contact I'll ever have, but my fingertips left the surface and I closed my eyes...
Suddenly I felt contact, not the bottom of the ocean floor, not another wave rippling through the water, but two hands around my wrists, pulling me up and out of the sea. I held on to the last seconds of consciousness I had left.
When I emerged the surface and the wind swept over me, the water on me turned to freezing and I shivered. I coughed up saltwater, my head hanging downward. I still couldn't see nor speak to the person who had pulled me out.
"Mam! Are you alright?" The man who saved me yelled.
"I-" I couldn't complete my sentence as another mouthful of water rose up. I spat it out and looked up at the man who had saved my life. He had a British accent and messy blondish hair; teal coloured eyes and he seemed a little taller than me.
"Are you ok?" The man asked again.
"I'm fine." I said even though my arm hurt more then ever at the moment.
"Right. That's why you have a chunk of metal stuck in your arm."
"I'm fine." I said again trying to sound convincing. I felt him swing his arm under my legs and he lifted me up.
"Right." He carried me bridal style out of the water onto the sand that was know where near the water.
"I better take you to the doctor then." Wait, whoa, what? A doctor?
"Who?" I asked making sure I heard him right.
"The doctor. He saved most of us from probable death, so he must be a doctor, you know in all the programs."
"Yeah, I know. Saves the world, gets the girl." I muttered to myself.
"What was that?" He asked.
"Nothing. You know what, why don't you just leave me here for now?"
"Are you insane! You have to get to a doctor before that wound on your arm gets infected."
"I'll be fine. Just put me down."
"I-"
"Put me down. Please." I said for the last time. He got the hint in my voice and put me by a tree a little farther than where everyone else was. He walked away looking a little regretful for listening to me.
The whole ruckus was dying down now, and the whirring of the engine had now stopped. I rubbed my eyes realizing how tired I was. I stared at the man who saved me as he was walking away.
"Thanks for saving me." I yelled loud enough for him to hear. He turned around and looked at me with a polite smile and walked closer to me.
"That's OK. I saw you struggling in the water and I thought I could help." He wiped his sweaty hands on his dirty faded jeans and held his hand out.
"I'm Charlie. Charlie Pace." I smiled at him and stuck my hand in his.
"Wait. Charlie Pace?" I knew the name from somewhere. "Charlie Pace from Driveshaft?"
"Yea, I am." He smiled.
"You guys' were good."
"Thank you. Well, I'm gonna go and see if anyone needs help with something."
"Alright. Bye." I watched him walk away. When he was out of sight I looked at my legs to see if they could move. They got a little better, but they felt now as if they were asleep so hopefully that will pass soon.
I remembered my arm and then all of a sudden the pain just came rushing back. I looked at it thinking of a way to take it out. I started touching it but even if I just poked it, it hurt so much. Blood was gushing out of it and slowly sliding down my arm.
About 10 minutes later, a tall handsome man in a disheveled suit walked to me and crouched besides me.
"Hi." He said to me with a polite smile. I smiled back expecting him to say something else.
"You know, if you don't do anything about that," –pointing at my arm- "It'll get infected."
"And what do you want me to do about that?" I asked hoping I didn't sound rude.
"Look, I'm a doctor, if you come with me I could take a look at it for you and see if there's a chance before it gets infected." I stared at him squinting from the sun thinking if I should go.
"Fine." I took his hand and he pulled me up. We both walked to a place made out of big leaves, branches, twigs, and parts of the plane. When I got inside there was a cart from the plane with alcohol and a whole bunch of medicine and other supplies on it. And on the other side there were seats from the plane and a counter type thing.
"Please, take a seat." I jumped up on the counter and looked around.
He was collecting some of the alcohol and a couple towels I'm guessing to stop the bleeding and a few bandages. He gave me a quick smile and put the supplies next to me.
He was looking at the piece of metal like it was a science experiment.
"I'm Jack by the way." He said still looking at my arm. "Well, according to your arm, the only solution would probably be to pull it out. Take your sweater off please." I slowly took it off, trying not to move my left arm a lot. He opened a bottle of alcohol and dumped it on my arm. It hurt so much it took me by surprise. I winced from the pain.
"Thanks for the warning." I said sarcastically.
"Hehe. Sorry." He examined it a little more.
He dried some of the blood that spilled around my arm then wrapped his hands around the metal.
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." I said. He looked at me with sorry in his eyes then back at my arm.
"1, 2-" He waited then yelled "Three!" and pulled it out as fast as he could. I screamed so loud, I heard birds flying out of the trees. Tears were sliding down my eyes like a waterfall.
Jack quickly got the towels and put them on my arm trying to stop the blood. I heard people whispering outside of the tent and footsteps nearing us.
"Jack?" I heard Charlie say.
"Charlie don't come in here!" Jack yelled back to Charlie as a warning.
"I wont. Is everything alright?" Jack put the towels down and grabbed a little sewing kit and put on the seat next to me, then put the towels back on my arm.
"Everything is fine Charlie. Make sure know one comes in here, alright?"
"Sure." Charlie said and I heard him walk away.
Tears were still running down my cheeks. I slowly turned my head to look at my arm. It looked like there was a deep hole inside of it. I quickly looked away from how ugly and disgusting it looked.
"Are you alright?" He asked as he calmed down a little bit. I chuckled from how relaxed he asked that question.
"Never better." I smiled and sniffed. He smiled back and opened the sewing kit.
"You mind if I use black or would you like to choose a color?" He asked talking about the string. I smiled from how serious he asked that question.
"Blue and purple please." He laughed. "White is fine."
"You have a name?" He asked me as he took the rest of the alcohol and dumped it on a towel and put it on my arm. It didn't hurt as much as before because it wasn't direct contact this time.
"Jaede."
"Jaede. Nice name."
"Thank you. So how long will it take for you to sew this up?" I asked hoping it wouldn't take a long time.
"Well, it's a pretty deep cut so approximately about 30 minutes to an hour tops." I nodded and waited till he was finished. [I never got stitched before and I don't know how long it would actually take to get stitched up, so I just made up a time]
By the time he was done, it was starting to get dark. He pored some alcohol on a towel and dabbed it on my wound once again.
"Well, looks like you're good to go." I hopped off the counter and grabbed my sweater. When I was about to put it on Jack held his hand up.
"You're gonna have to keep it uncovered for a while." He said. I was pretty disappointed but I didn't argue. "I'm gonna have to change your bandage everyday so come back tomorrow." I thanked him and walked away as I ignored the stares people gave me.
I walked back to the tree I was at before and leaned my back on it. I stared out into the ocean and watched the waves hit the rocks and slowly move onto the sand. By now everyone had set up their shelters and started fires. People were sitting with their friends or family talking in groups.
I turned my attention back on the ocean when a big guy with shoulder length curly brown frizzy hair walked towards me with a tray filled with food from the plane.
"Hi." He said when he reached me. "Umm, some of us found this food in the fuselage and we warmed it up and umm, we're just passing it to everyone just incase they were hungry. W-would you like one?" The man said hesitating every once in a while.
"Actually, I'm not very hungry but umm, you can give it to the pregnant woman. I'm sure she needs it more than I do." He nodded and was about to walk away when he stopped in place and turned around.
"I'm Hurley by the way."
"Jaede." He smiled and turned back around and walked away.
I looked around at all the people down by the camp. I saw Charlie sitting next to a man with curly dark brown hair. He had his hoody on and he was crouched down writing something on his hands. Charlie and the other man exchanged a few words then continued doing as they were doing before. Not far from where Charlie was sitting, there was a blonde girl painting her toenails probably around 17 or 18 and a guy next to her with brown hair that had to be around 19 or 20. The guy offered her a chocolate bar. They talked a little bit and he offered it to her again. Her voice got a little louder and she said something like
"…eat on the rescue boat." For some reason, I don't think a rescue boat will be coming anytime soon.
I saw Hurley walking to the pregnant woman and sit next to her. He gave her a tray of food and as he got up to walk away he handed her another one, which I assume was mine. I continued to look around and noticed a guy sitting next his son. I suddenly felt sorry for the boy. He's probably just about 10 years old and he had to go through all of this.
Not far from them there were two Asian people. I'm guessing husband and wife. They were talking to each other in their language so it was hard to figure out what they were saying.
I remembered the doctor, Jack. I looked around for him when I saw him sitting next to a woman watching over a guy who was covered in blood and had part of the plane stuck in the middle of his stomach. The woman looked a little familiar.
Flashback
I walked on the plane looking for my seat F14. I squeezed passed people who were in my way. I passed by this pretty girl with long wavy brown hair. She was sitting in a seat next to a man. When I looked down I realized the girl had handcuffs around her wrists. I wonder what she had done. She doesn't seem like the criminal type. I figured I was staring for a long time so I quickly looked away and continued to find my seat.
End Flashback
She noticed I was looking at her and looked at me. I quickly looked away and back to the ocean. Seeing all these people with their family and friends brought me back to remembering Adam, Chester, and Mike. I felt my eyes start to water from how much I missed them.
Suddenly out of nowhere, a noise occurred that sounded like it came from the darkness of the jungle. It was the loudest most horrific noise I have ever heard. It sounded as if another plane fell through the trees but something else was added to it. Like someone had an extremely huge horn and blew it with all the breath they had in their body. Everybody turned around in unison facing the jungle.
My heart was beating extremely fast. I stood up, frightened for my life and slowly walked to where the others were. The trees were falling down as the thing rushed through the jungle.
"Did anybody see that?" The pregnant women asked frightened.
"Yea." Hurley said slowly. I heard the girl that was offered the chocolate bar by that guy call him Boone. Boone stood up and walked closer to where everyone else was.
The thing in the jungle got closer too us. I backed up a few steps. I looked next to me and Boone was standing by my side.
"Terrific." Charlie said.
I woke up to the bright sun that was shining on my face. I sat up and noticed a few people standing in a circle. Some were discussing about what happened last night in the jungle. Just the thought of it gave me the shivers.
I stood up to get ready to see what was going on. I stretched and felt a pain in my back. I never really was comfortable sleeping on the floor. I took a look at my bandaged arm and remembered I had to go to Jack to get it changed. I dusted the sand off my clothes with my hands and walked over to where Jack was gazing at the ocean. The girl that was sitting with him yesterday walked behind him. I waited till they were done talking to approach Jack to change my bandage. The girl walked away and I walked to Jack.
"Hey." I said trying to get his attention.
"Hey." He said back.
"Umm, I just came so you could change the bandage on my arm." I said.
"Oh, right. Follow me." I followed him to the medic tent. I leaned on the counter till he got the new set of the bandages. As he was changing them, I was curious about what was going on. And plus, while I was waiting, I heard the girl ask Jack if he was ready to go. Go where?
"I umm, I overheard that girl asking you if you were ready to go. Go where if you don't mind me asking?" I asked hoping it wasn't anything serious.
"You mean Kate? Her, me, and Charlie are going to the cockpit to see if there's a transceiver or something extra in there that we could all use." I nodded after he replied. I hope they would be ok. I don't want anything to happen to any of them.
When he was done, before I opened the curtain to leave I turned around.
"Be careful out there." I told him. He looked me in the eyes and nodded.
"We will."
So there's the first chapter. What do you think? Please Review. You guys can give my ideas too if you want. I'm working on Chapter 2 right now so hopefully it will be done soon. Thanks so much. Bye!
