Chapter One
Crash
"God damn't, you twit, not again!" He was fidgeting, sweating. He turned to look at me from his aisle seat.
"I d-don't know what you're talking about," He replied with a slight stutter.
"Bullocks. Go on, go get your fix. Don't mind me." I said glaring at him.
"I still don't know what you're talking about," He muttered walking unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Sure." He walked away. I sighed and turned back to what I've been doing most of the trip, staring out the window. He's slowly killing himself, really. Suddenly it dawned on me, I really have to pee.
But Charlie's in the bathroom no doubt. I don't really feel like waiting on a line.. Maybe there'll be another bathroom.
I unbuckled my seatbelt as well. I could at least walk around and look for another bathroom.
So I did. About halfway to the bathroom, that's when the turbulence started to hit.
"Shit." The fasten seatbelt sign turned on, blaring at me from all directions, every seat.
I glanced around again hoping to see my brother sitting down somewhere, safely.
I didn't.
"Audrey Bidelia Pace, don't you freak out." I muttered, fingering the crystal cross around my neck.
I heard a voice with a Southern accent. American Southern.
"Hey, Rainbows, in case you can't tell from the oxygen masks hanging from the ceiling, if you don't sit down, you're going to die."
And that's when my state of shock melted away. I ran to the nearest empty seat, refastened my seatbelt, put on the yellow oxygen mask, and prayed to God that my brother and I would make it through alive. Why didn't he listen to me when I wanted to stay in Australia longer?
The Sun was really bright, beating down on my eyes, making it hard to see. I turned my head. There was an airplane on fire with people running around wildly. "What the fuck?" I whispered. I turned my head to the other side. Trees. Lots of them. I groaned, sitting up. The first words that came to my mind was, what happened last night?
And then I remembered. The plane. The crash. I sighed, not exactly an ideal Wednesday afternoon.
And then I remembered something else. Charlie was on that plane with me. In the bathroom.
"Shit!" I screeched, bolting up. Every muscle in my body hurt but I didn't care.
I ran to the first person I saw, a large man with long curly hair.
"Have you seen my brother? Blonde hair, accent like mine?"
"No sorry dude."
I bit my lip, trying not to cry. "Thanks anyways," I muttered. I ran from person to person, asking each of them if they saw my brother. I finally found him with a pregnant woman and the giant guy.
"Charlie!" I screamed, ecstatic to see my big brother alive and well.
"Aud!" He smiled, standing up to give me a huge bear hug that if every bone in my body wasn't crushed from the crash itself, would be now.
After sitting next to him and his little group, I realized he had probably been with the pregnant girl the whole time, not caring to look for me. That pissed me off.
"Where the hell where you! I was looking everywhere for you!" I screamed at my favorite brother. He looked up at me in surprise.
"I was with Claire. I told you that remember?"
I stomped my foot stubbornly.
"And didn't even care to look for your only sister? You're the worst person I've ever met!" I screeched in his face before storming off. By now the whole group of survivors was staring at me, but I really didn't care. At least they got their little show, their entertainment of the night.
I sat on the edge of the forest. I drummed my fingers on the dirt floor, bored. I really wished I brought my guitar with me at this point. My brother had been teaching me for the past few months. I sighed. Maybe I could borrow his later. He always has that thing with him.
Still bored, I decided to talk to some of the other survivors. I stood up, brushed the dirt off of my neon blue skinny jeans, and walked back to the beach.
I looked around for someone interesting to talk too, and saw the tall blonde hick from the plane rummaging through suitcases.
I walked up to him and sat down next to the green suitcase he was currently looking in.
"So, watcha doing?" I asked curiously. He looked at me almost in a glare.
"What's it to you, Rainbows?"
"Well, Cowboy Tom, I got bored." He looked at me again with an odd expression, somewhere between annoyance and curiosity.
After a good stare, he replied simply, "It's Sawyer," and that's when I knew the conversation was over. If he didn't want to tell me what he was doing, fine. I'd find somebody else to talk to.
And so I began wandering around aimlessly. Their was a creeper eating an orange. A little boy and what I'm guessing was his dad. A few injured people, nobody interesting.
I realized that I'd have to suck it up and go back to my brother. After all, he is all I have here.
"Charlie?" I asked cautiously. He looked up from the soon to be mum.
"Have you come back to yell at me some more?" He asked accusingly. I rolled my eyes.
"No, I just got bored," I replied sitting next to him again. And that's how it works, every time.
He rolled his eyes at my childishness and I joined their conversation happily.