A/N: I wasn't planning on posting this yet, but so far, I've really enjoyed writing it, so I thought I'd add it to see what you guys think! It's quite a bit different to any of my other stories, including my writing style... but hopefully you'll all still like it.

Here we go, enjoy and let me know what you think.

Lost.

Chapter 1 – Fear

Fear.

Fear is something that we all carry around with us day after day. No matter what it is, spiders, needles, failure, pain... we all have something to be afraid of. There are thousands of different ways to fear, but once you've felt real fear, these phobias seem ridiculous.

Have you ever been in a serious car crash? Once which you didn't think you could possibly live through?

Try that while your thousands of metres in the air.

Have you ever been in a plane when it's speeding towards the ground at five hundred miles per hour? Where the force of the pressure rips the cabin in two, sending half of the passengers into oblivion? Where the other half of the travellers are making noises that you didn't think possible, because they knew what was about to happen?

Have you ever seen the end?

Have you ever known you were going to die?

I have.

I don't remember the plane finally hitting the ground. The last thing I recalled was the plane spinning upon its side as it made it's decent. I remember the luggage holders failing to hold the weight, and shooting out its contents into the cabin. I remember a large black object coming towards me, and then blackness...

My eyes opened. I was lay in the middle of a beautiful meadow, flowers growing everywhere, a light breeze moving them slowly as the sun shined down warmly on my face.

It was strange, because at that moment, I knew I was dead.

I knew I'd never see my family again, or go to work, or laugh at a friend's bad joke. I knew that I would never be going back home, but I was strangely content.

Where ever I was now, it was better than where I was only a few minutes ago.

Flashes of the plane crash shot through my mind, snapshotting the worst memories. The sun disappeared behind the clouds, the flowers began to wither and a sharp wind began to blow throughout the field.

Silence. Except from the faintest of buzzing noises which seemed miles away, there was nothing. It wasn't the pleasant, peaceful type of silence. It was the eerie, terrifying nothingness silence.

If I was dead, then why was I afraid?

Would it be like this forever? Would I forever have to relive those last few moments of my life?

A sharp pain ran through my forehead, and as I moved my hand up to see what was wrong, I cringed as I realised it was covered in blood. My breath became heavy as I looked down at my white vest top, which was slowly being dyed red. My eyes rolled back into my head, my stomach heaved as the smell began to burn my nostrils. I had never been one for blood.

"Come on, damn it, breathe!"

My eyes shot open, and despite the excruciating pain in my forehead, I forced myself to sit upright. I looked around the field, hoping to find a face to match the voice, but there was nothing. I was alone.

"Breathe!"

At that moment, my eyes forced themselves closed. My breath caught in my throat, and no matter how hard I tried to inhale, my body would not accept the air. The throbbing in my head grew worse. I didn't understand what was happening to me. It was like I was being taken over by somebody else.

The buzzing noise from far away began to slowly grow louder, until I finally had to cover my ears in fear of becoming deaf. As the pain began to grow worse, my head turned to mush, and I could feel myself falling. Any moment I expected to hit the hard ground behind me, but it never came. I carried on falling, being sucked down a black hole; my eyes still glued shut by the unwanted visitor. My lungs began to burn as they screamed out for oxygen, and ever so slowly, I could feel myself drifting into unconsciousness.

And then...

My eyes shot open. I spurted and coughed as my lungs struggled to finally take in the air that they needed. The scorching sun left me momentarily blinded as I tried to adjust to my surroundings. I struggled to scramble up to look around, but something strong was keeping me pinned down to the warm ground beneath me.

"No, don't move."

The same voice which I had heard in the field spoke again, but this time, after my eyes adjusted to the dizziness which the pain in my head was making me feel, I managed to place it with a voice.

A young man, no more than thirty years of age, pinned me down by my shoulders. He was of muscular build, with light brown hair and eyes... eyes like topaz.

"What... happened? Where are we?" I managed to croak out, my throat sore.

The young man's attention was drawn to something beside us, and after shaking his head sharply, he picked me up in his arms with ease and began to carry me somewhere else.

I managed to tilt my head to see exactly what we were moving from. I now knew where the buzzing in the field had been coming from. I had been lay right next to the plane's engine. Well, part of it.

The man placed me back down a few moments later in a seating position, and I finally managed to decipher where we were. Rubbing my head tenderly, I looked around the crash sight, dread beginning to fill me as I realised what had happened.

We were on a beautiful beach. Well, it would have been beautiful if it wasn't in the middle of nowhere. Behind me, I could see endless greenery, but as I looked out to sea, there was nothing but blue. No land, no boats, nothing.

But that wasn't the worst of it. People, perhaps twenty, or thirty, were running around helplessly, screams of terror leaving their lips as they found their loved ones hadn't made it.

And the bodies...

I held in my urge to gag and forced myself to look away from the mangled corpses. I needed something to distract me; so instead, I focused my gaze on the man stood before me.

"Hey, you!" He shouted, spotting a young woman walking passed us, her dark flowing hair tangled in to a large knot.

She stopped in her tracks and looked towards us nervously, wondering if it was her who we really wanted. After a few moments of deliberating whether to just carry on walking, she finally made her way over to us.

"Could you please look after this girl for me? I need to go find my girlfriend, but I don't want her to be alone. She scared me for a while, I didn't think she was going to make it, and that gash on her forehead looks pretty serious," He pointed out to the cut which was still gushing blood.

"I... but..." The woman stuttered, her eyes fluttering anxiously between the two of us.

"Please?" The young man asked, his beautiful eyes pleading with her.

A few moments of silence passed between the three of us, and I yet again silently cringed to myself as the sound of a man screaming in agony flowed over the beach. Finally, the young woman jerked a quick nod towards the man, and with one last look my way, he ran down the sand, looking at everyone he could find.

The dizziness in my head grew stronger, and although I knew I had to keep myself awake, I couldn't help but lie myself down on the warm sand. The young woman took a seat beside me and stared out to sea, her eyes fixed on something that I couldn't see for myself.

Over the next few hours, the screaming continued, and my eyes and ears slowly began to grow immune to my surroundings. But that still didn't stop the stray tears from escaping down my cheeks.