Boarding the plane with Uncle Charlie, that was, well, not an easy feat. Some of the passengers stared at me as I passed by. I probably would have stared too, if some teenager walked on a plane wearing all black. Rolling my eyes, I turned up my walkman and ignored them. Stupid people. No one knows a damn thing about me. Every so often, after sitting down and putting away my walkman, Uncle Charlie would fidget. I knew why of course... Being a teenager, I can spot a drug problem a mile away. But, set in my apathy, I really didn't care.
Some amount of time into the trip, my uncle tapped me on the arm. I was watching the movie so I took off my headset. "What's up, Uncle Charlie?" I asked.
"Chrys, I've got to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back, okay?" He said.
"Okay." I said. He got up and rushed to the bathroom. I pulled my headset on again. But then, the plane started to shake, so I took them off again.
"Ladies and gentlemen. The pilot has turned on the fasten seat belts sign, please do so now." The air flight attendant said. I had never taken my off so I was safe. Where the hell is Uncle Charlie? I kept asking myself, even as the oxygen masks fell down. I rushed to put mine on. That was the last thing I remember, before waking up.
ON THE BEACH
"Ugh!" I moaned waking up. "What the fuck? Uncle Charlie?" I put my hand to my head, and then looked at it, there was blood.
"Hey? You okay?" Some guy asked me, as I was getting up.
"I will be in a sec. Can you tell me where I'm bleeding from?"
"Um... right there, it looks like," He said pointing out a spot on my head.
"Okay, thanks." I tear off a piece of my second shirt and wrap it around my head. "I'm Chrystalynne, by the way. But you can call me Chrys. Everyone does." I said, holding out my non-bloody hand.
"I'm Boone. Nice to meet you. Though I wish I had met you in better conditions than this." He replied, shaking the aforementioned hand. "Have you seen my sister? She's blond... A tad annoying?"
"Sorry... I just woke up... Have you seen my Uncle? His name Charlie, he has an accent..."
"Short guy?" Answered another guy with a light southwest American accent.
"Yeah. Have you seen him?"
"He's over there helping out. Doc's over there too, you should see him. That looks pretty bad."
"I'll be fine. Thanks though. My name's Chrystalynne, but everyone calls me Chrys."
"Sawyer."
"Thanks you guys." I said, as I walked away. I searched the beach looking for Uncle Charlie, and I found him, helping out a pregnant lady and another guy. "Uncle Charlie!!!" I screamed running for him.
"Chrys! Thank God you're all right!" He exclaimed. He hugged me and then went back to the lady. The guy, that I supposed was the doctor, looked at me and told me to sit down.
"I'm fine. It's just a scratch." I replied.
"All the same, I'd like to look at it." He insisted.
"Fine!" I huffed, and sat down in the sand. "Is she going to be all right?"
"She'll be fine in a second."
I waited for them to get the pregnant lady calm. I felt then, a dripping down the side of my face. I wiped it off, and found blood. Okay... maybe not just a scratch... "Uh-oh..." I said, and the two look over at me. "It's nothing." I dismissed.
"No, it's not. Come here, Chrys? Is it?" Doctor dude says.
"Yeah, it's Chrys. What's your name?"
"Jack." He replied as he took off the bandage. "You did this bandage yourself? Pretty smart. Is Chrys short for something?"
"Yeah, it's short for Chrystalynne. OW! Bloody hell! That hurt!" I yelled as he poked the cut.
"Sorry, just trying to see. It's not too bad. Won't need stitches at least. Keep pressure on it. Now I've got to go and help everyone else." Jack said taking off. "Stay there."
"But I can help! My parents," I started.
"Not when you're bleeding over everything you can't! Stay sitting for a bit!" He shouted. "Fine." I huffed, yet again. "How are you...erm, I'm sorry I didn't quite catch your name..."
"It's Claire. I'm all right. For now, at least. It's nice to meet you, Chrys. Are you Charlie's daughter?" she said with her Australian accent.
"Gods no. He's my uncle. He's taking care of me for a few months until I turn eighteen."
"How long is that?" Claire asked.
"About 4 months from now. How far along are you? If it's not too rude to ask."
"I'm eight months now."
"Wow. Do you know what it is?"
"No. Why is your uncle taking care of you now?"
"Because.... my parents just died. My dad before my mum, but still..."
"I'm sorry."
"No need to be sorry... It's not your fault." I said wiping a tear from my face. "I'm going to go and wash off all this nastiness out there," I said gesturing to the sea.
"Be careful of your head, and all the other cuts on your body. Salt water stings like nothing else."
"I guess you're right. Maybe just my hands then." I say smiling. "Or do you want me to stay here with you?"
"I'll be fine. You go on. I know I wouldn't love all that blood all over me."
"Kay." I went closer to the water and dug a hole close enough that water will get in, but not kill me in the process, when another guy appeared out of no where behind me.
"What are you doing?" He asked with an accent as well.
"Digging a washing hole, so I can get rid of all this blood and gunk." I replied holding up my hands. A wave crashed in and filled up the hole. I plunged my hands in and scrubbed with the sand to get all of the blood off. It stung like crazy, but it worked. "See?" I said smiling.
He smiled back. "My name is Sayid. And you are?"
"Chrystalynne. But everyone calls my Chrys. Nice to meet you, Sayid." I said, as I shook his had.
"You are very wilderness savvy. How?"
"Before my parents....died, my father would take me into the woods and teach me to survive. I even went to a wilderness survival camp when I turned thirteen. I was one of six girls there, and the youngest to boot. The other ninety-four were boys." I said.
"Perhaps then you can help us find some wood for a signal fire?"
"Sure. It's not like I've got anything else to do."
"Good. You can partner with Boone then, so you don't get lost."
"Okay. I'll go and find him." I nodded to Sayid and ran off in search of Boone. "Boone! Oy!"
"Chrys? What is it?"
"Sayid said you needed a partner for collecting fire wood. I'm your partner."
"Okay. Let's go then." We headed off into the jungle, and picked up fallen branches.
"Not that one, Boone. It'll smoke when we light it."
"How do you know?"
"My father taught me a lot about survival. Living off the land... a bunch of stuff. Believe me?"
"Yeah."
"So... did you find your sister yet?"
"Yeah. I'll introduce you two later. Her name's Shannon."
"Mmkay." I had an armful of good sized branches. "You ready to go back?"
He nodded, and we started back for camp, when I heard something behind us. "What was that?"
I shushed him. Something touched my shoulder and I stepped back on whatever it was and elbowed it for good measure. Unfortunately, it was Uncle Charlie.
"Oh! Gods, Uncle Charlie! Don't do that!!! I'm soooo sorry!" I said.
"It's all right Chrys." He wheezed. "We've go to go back to the beach now."
"We were just heading that way. Come on, boys." I said, leading the way to the beach.
Once we got back to camp, Boone and I added our wood to one of the piles and then started to salvage the plane. I found 3 of my four big bags, a couple of blankets, a pillow, and two towels and started to make a sleeping area for myself near camp. After that I went around and found stuff for other people. I found 3 other blankets which I gave to Hurley to pass out to people, and a few pillows which I handed out myself to Claire, Boone and Sawyer. According to my watch it was about 7:30. I went back to my little area and started sifting through my things, when Sawyer started making his camp next to mine.
"Thanks for the pillow, by the way Chrys."
"No problem Sawyer."
"So, what have you got there?"
"Clothes mostly. My journals, a few books, my, erm, 'personal items', a photo album, my CD's and my portable."
"Lose anything?"
"A bag full of clothes, but I think it was my 'mostly for cold weather' bag."
Uncle Charlie sat down, and Sawyer just stopped talking.
"Are you all right, Chrys?"
"I'm fine. Really, Uncle Charlie. I'm good. This just isn't my month I guess, huh?"
"I guess not. Get some sleep, okay. We're probably all going to need it." He goes off again, but not before kissing me on the forehead.
"'kay." I got out my make-up bag and found the Band-Aids my mother always put in there. Thank the Gods. I pulled out a mirror and put one on the cut on my forehead, just to stave off infection.
"Quite the set up you've got there, kid." Sawyer says now that Uncle Charlie's gone.
"How so?"
"You've got you're bed, with two blankets underneath you and one on top. All your things around you." "So? I can't help it that the Gods finally cut me a break! I mean first they take my dad, then my mom, and then throw me on some deserted island with about 50 other people. Come on, Sawyer, be real. I'm keeping my things because they'll help me survive."
"I understand that kid. Believe me."
"Stop calling me 'kid'! I'm not a kid! I'm fricking almost 18 now. So just call me my name!"
"Dang, girl. Quite a spitfire, aren't ya."
"Sorry. This is really stressful for me. I just... buried both of my parents and now here I am in Gods know where, waiting for a rescue boat."
He nodded, and went on, "So Chrys. What do you write in those journals, anyhow?"
"Poems... Daily rants... Just things that help me deal. Hey, you never told me what you found."
"Just a bit of my things. Clothes mostly." He smiled.
"Cool." I replied. Then Boone and a girl I assumed to be Shannon came over to me.
"Chrys, earlier I said I'd introduce you to my sister. This is her. Shannon, Chrys. Chrys, meet Shannon."
"Nice to meet you Shannon."
"And you."
"See you around Chrys." He left, with his sister.
"Bye."
"Friends with everyone I see." Sawyer mocked.
"Shut it you. It helps to know everyone that you're depending on for survival."
"Too true." Sawyer replied. Uncle Charlie walked over and laid down on the bed he'd made for himself earlier, with Claire at his side.
"Hi Uncle Charlie. Hi Claire. Have either of you met Sawyer?"
"Nope." Uncle Charlie replied. " 'lo mate."
"Hello, Sawyer."
"Nice to meet ya both."
"Chrys, you should get some sleep. You look dead tired." Uncle Charlie suggested.
"Mmkay." I said, and lay down. I covered up and looked at my watch. 9:30. How long will it be until the boats get here? I wondered.