This is my very first fanfiction, so please review so I can improve myself.
POV: Rose/sometimes others
Genres are mystery and romance, but mainly mystery and adventure, so if you're looking for a fluffy romantic story, you're not in the right place. Thought the romance will come, but later on in the story.

I woke up to the sound of rushing water. The slow rhythm of waves coming on land and returning to the sea. The salty smell that dominates the air. The soft, warm ground beneath me.
I'm lying on my back with my eyes closed. My body felt as if it's been slammed and thrown to the ground multiple times and my throat was burning for water.
Although my eyes were closed, a bright light penetrates through my eyelids. Very slowly I tried to open my eyes. I immediately regretted my decision as the bright sunlight burned my eyes. Hastily I closed my eyes again, but I still saw a flash of soft looking brown eyes and silky brown hair.
I felt the presence of the brown-haired guy hovering over me and felt his warm breath on my skin.
Slowly I tried to open my eyes once more, this time with more success. The urge to close my eyes again to the bright sunlight has stilled now that the man is blocking it. After blinking a few times my vision became focused and I stared at the man. His shoulder length brown hair was filthy and full of knits. A lot of scratches are covering his face and his lips were dry and full of cracks. But then my gaze shifted to his eyes. Wow. They were beautiful. The way the sunlight lighted up his eyes to a soft brown hazel color, made me want to stare at him forever.
My thoughts were broken by his voice piercing through the calm sound of the water.
"Do you think you're able to sit up?" He asked with a slight accent. His voice was calm and worried.
I don't know, I tried to say but the only sound coming out of my mouth was a crackling noise.
"It's okay, you don't have to talk, just move very slowly," he said.
I tried to lift up my arm which was stiff and hurts a lot, but I finally managed to lift myself up to a sitting position. Only now, sitting up, I could take in my surroundings.
I was on an island, which was already obvious by the sound of splashing water and the warm sand. All of the cliché things were here. The sky was an even blue color with a super bright and warm sun lying high in the sky. The sea was light blue and stretched out all the way I couldn't see it anymore. Behind me palms rose from the ground, casting a huge shadow darkening half the beach. Behind that there was a jungle with in the middle a huge mountain rising high to sky with on top of it a flat surface. I suspected it was a volcano.
The jungle was filled with squeaking insects, huge and colorful birds and a big collection of various flowers. All of it together: a beautiful place to go to on vacation. Not to strand on with nothing more than the clothes your wearing.
I turned towards the brown-haired man. "So, who are you?" I said lightly, ignoring the fact that I've just stranded on a dream-vacation island.
"I don't know," he said seriously.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" I said angrily. I've just stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean and this man thinks it's funny to play jokes with me.

He glared at me curiously. "Do you know who you are then?"
What in heaven's sake was this man trying to prove. That he has a good sense of humor?
"Of course I know who I am," I said ridiculously. "My name is…it's…" I trailed off.
I already knew before I search through my memory, that I didn't know. I didn't know my name. Panic overwhelmed me.
"Oh God," I gasped.
How can I not know my name? This couldn't be possible. I tried to remember it as hard as I can, but with not much success. Even more, as I tried to go through my memory I found it empty. Just nothing. I couldn't remember my birthday, my friends, my parents (if I even have them). Even the little things, like what my favorite food was or my cup-size. I just don't know.
I turned toward the man. "You… you too?"
The man had been studying my face very carefully. Almost as if he was trying to find an answer to something and that answer could be found in my face. Now, he was put out of his gaze and met my eyes.
"Yes, I don't have a memory either, if that is what you mean. I woke up here stranded on the beach a few minute before you came. Your backpack came a few seconds before you came, I picked it up."
He handed me a black backpack. It looked just like a normal backpack, nothing special that provided me any information. I took it out of his hands and eagerly started opening it, with the hope of finding something useful. I zipped it open and threw the content on the golden looking sand.
My eyes immediately fell on the three donuts in a plastic box, which had (thank God) survived the sea. Only now realizing how hungry I was I grabbed the box and started eating. I scanned all of the other stuff while I was eating my delicious donut. A bottle of water, a sweater, deodorant and some crackers. Not much. Was I pore or something?
Only there was something else. Brownie had taken it from beneath my sweater and was holding it in his hands, investigating it silently.
It was a silver stake.
"What the hell?! I said. "What is that?"
I looked at it more carefully. It was made of a shiny silver and was approximately as long as my forearm. It had the shape of a long thin cylinder, but at the end it was shaped into a point. A very sharp point.
It looked as if you could easily strike someone in the heart with it if you knew how to.
"Am I some kind of serial killer?!" I exaggerated.
Before Brownie could answer we heard a splash of water and a loud thud.
We turned towards the sound and saw two bodies lying in the sand just a few meters away.

Chapter 2