I'm sorry I kind of fell off the map with this story, but i got sidetracked with school and other stuff! I decided to revamp this story! If you read it before, you're going to want to read it again. Thanks to everyone who reviewes!
Chapter One
Airplanes
I sat in my blue plastic chair, swinging my legs back and forth. I had always hated waiting. I suppose I was immature in that way. I glanced at the clock nearly every five minutes in an anxious worry. I heard someone grunt and jumped a mile out of my seat. I get jumpy when I'm worried.
"For god sakes, Rebecca, sit still" demanded Mrs. Peters, checking her watch. I bowed my head in guilt. I knew I should've been calmer, but I was anxious. Worriedly, I watched the airplanes go down the runway and take off into flight.
"How much longer?" I sighed.
"Soon" replied Mrs. Peters.
"Ok, but how many minutes?"
"I don't know, Rebecca"
I huffed and picked at the sole of my shoe where the rubber was coming off. I was being dumb and I knew it. I was thirteen for Christ's sake. It wasn't even my first time flying. It just made me nervous, I mean, what the hell was holding you up anyway? Air? Oh yeah, that sounds safe. I glanced around me. All the people seemed to be fine and not worried at all.
"Flight 815 to LAX now boarding" called a voice over the loudspeaker.
"That's us" said Mrs. Peters getting up. I followed her to the line at the terminal. We stood in line and gave the attendant our tickets. I sat down in the window seat, my stomach in knots. A women's voice came over the loudspeaker in the plane telling us all of the warnings and emergency procedures. She wasn't exactly helping my queasy stomach.
The roar of the plane started and we slanted upward. Slowly rising into the air, I closed my eyes. My heart was beating a mile a minute. Soon the plane leveled out and the seatbelt sign dinged off. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least now I could relax a little.
"Good morning folks, this is your captain speaking. We're going to have a nice and easy flight to Los Angeles. Our estimated time of arrival is around 10:30 this evening. Enjoy your flight with oceanic airlines" said the pilot cheerily.
I sighed and kept my head back against the seat and my eyes closed. "You're just going to love this new couple, they're great people" said Mrs. Peters.
"Yeah" I said dumbly. I mean how do you even respond to that? Oh good, I was worried you were giving me to a rapist?
"The mother is a stay at home mom and she is such a good cook. Oh, and they've always wanted a daughter." She went on. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you want to leave the boarding school?"
"Because it wasn't right for me there" I said annoyed. This was at least the millionth person to have asked me that in the last week.
We sat in silence for the next six hours. I watched a movie with the headset and got something to drink and went to the bathroom. The rest of the time I only sat there bored out of my mind. Eventually, Mrs. Peters got up. "I need to use the restroom" she stated. "Will you be alright by yourself?" I nodded in response. Of course I would be fine. What was going to happen while she was gone?
She left and I found myself alone. A young kid was staring at me from across the aisle. He was probably a few years younger than me. He had a vacant expression on his face. I waved at him with a friendly smile plastered on my face. He waved back.
I moved over a seat so we could talk. "Hi, I'm Becca" I said introducing myself.
"I'm Walt" he said. "Why are you going to Los Angeles?"
"I'm going there to meet my new foster parents" I sighed. "How 'bout you?"
"I'm going there to live with my father. My mother died two weeks ago." He said sadly.
"I'm sorry" I replied. "My mother died five years ago, so I sort of know how you feel"
"I'm sorry" he smiled. "Guess I'm in the club now, right?"
"Yeah" I laughed holding out my hand. "Here's your official entrance"
Mrs. Peters came back to sit down so I scooted back over to my seat by the window. I stared out the window thinking deeply about nothing in particular. Suddenly, I found a question on the tip of my tongue. I turned to Mrs. Peters. "Can I ask you something?" I asked.
"Sure, anything" she responded, smiling. She seemed glad that I wanted to talk to her again.
"What's my father's name?" I inquired.
She frowned slightly, giving me a sympathetic look. I stared at her waiting for the answer. She sighed and reached under her seat for her briefcase. She pulled out an orange folder with my name on the little side tab. Flipping a few pages, she stopped and pulled one out. "It's against regulations to share private information about an individual until they are eighteen and can make an informed decision, but – "
We hit a patch of turbulence. I gasped and leaned back in my seat. "Attention all riders, we are experiencing some turbulence. The pilot has turned on the seatbelt sign. Please stay in your seats until the light turns off. Thank you" said a kind women's voice.
"You can relax, Rebecca. It's only turbulence" said Mrs. Peters putting her hand on my shoulder. I let out a sigh of relief.
"You can go on now" I said opening my eyes.
"Ok, His name is J - "
The roar of more turbulence hit and I gripped my seat. This time however it didn't stop. A siren started to sound and yellow oxygen masks fell from the ceiling. I put mine on fast and closed my eyes, holding my armrest as tight as I could. The plane reared downwards as everything crashed around me. Luggage fell from the cubbies and the siren was blaring in my head. A loud crunch made me turn around to see the back part of the plane gone. It had split in midair. I breathed heavier as the plane neared the ground at an alarming rate.
Suddenly all went black as I tried to brace myself for impact with the ground. I passed out moments before we hit.
I woke up with sand in my hair and blood in my mouth. I coughed and spit bloody saliva into the sand. I lifted myself off the ground, trying to stop my head from spinning. My head throbbed in pain and it hurt to keep my eyes open. I fell to my knees again and held my head in my hands. I let go after about a minute and looked up to finally see all the chaos around me. People were running back and forth, screaming out the names of their loved ones. Others were trying to get away from the wreckage. Some were crying over dead bodies. I didn't want to look over there. I hobbled away from the scraps of the plane and towards the other part of the beach. I wanted to get out of the way.
I stood up again and felt my head spin. I doubled over on the ground and thought I was going to hurl. I stayed that way for a few minutes. Fire burned nearby and I could smell the burning of flesh. A young woman in a pink Jacket was screaming wildly. I couldn't even make out what she was saying. I watched as a man stumbled in front of one of the big jets. A bald man yelled at him to get out of the way, but he didn't listen. He was sucked into the jet and exploded. I screamed bloody murder.
An Arab man came and helped me up. "Are you alright?" he asked. I just survived a plane crash and this man wanted to know if I was alright? Yeah, I was just fine and dandy. I only nodded, with my teeth clenched. "You're bleeding" he mused, looking at my head. I looked at the blood at my fingers. "Can you speak?" he asked.
I nodded again, before realizing how stupid that was. "No, yeah" I said, "Yes, I can talk"
"Good" he replied handing me a piece of cloth. I swore and held it to my forehead. "Let me help you" he commanded. He gently pressed it to my head and wiped away the blood. "We need to move you" he said. "Can you walk?"
I replied with a nod, getting on all fours. I attempted to stand and fell miserably to the sand. "No" I said, as another wave of dizziness came over me.
"Here," he said, lifting me off the ground. He carried me with ease, and I couldn't help but lean into him a little. He smelled good. "Alright" he said, putting me down. "Stay over here away from the wreckage" He looked over to the wreckage. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Becca" I said, wiping more blood away. I felt like I wanted to cry.
"Becca," he repeated. "I'm Sayid. Will you be alright by yourself?" he asked me.
"Yeah" I smiled, feeling the blood slow. "I think so. Thank you" He nodded and walked away to help others. I held the cloth to my forehead, every so often checking it to see if I was still bleeding. It seemed to be slowing a lot. I sighed and wanted to cry as I stared at the bloody, horrific scene in front of me. People screamed for help, and I felt useless. I watched to see if Mrs. Peters was going to come out of the wreckage. I didn't think she was dead. I mean she was sitting right next to me, so she should be alive too right?
Something was telling me I was wrong. Pictures of her lying there dead filled my mind. I could see Mrs. Peters lying there decapitated and bloody. Maybe she was dying as we spoke. Maybe she was thrown from the plane and is lost in the jungle. I found her down the beach and no mental picture could have prepared me for what I saw.
A crumpled mess of flesh lay in the blood stained sand. I couldn't even tell where the blood was coming from. Her limbs were twisted into disgusting positions. I could almost feel the color drain out of my face. I sat down in the sand next to her body, unmoving. A horrible decaying smell was growing already. I looked into her glossy eyes. They were dead.
I felt tears brimming in my eyes, but none came out. The sand fleas bit at my legs and the sun beat down on my back. I was hot and sweaty, but it no longer mattered. Nothing did. The sun moved across the sky, slowly setting in the west. It was growing dark.
Hours before, everyone had sort of calmed down. There was still a bloody mess everywhere, but many bodies that were unclaimed were tossed into the fuselage that was still intact. No one came for Mrs. Peters. Probably because I was sitting here, staring at it. I kept staring at the body, wishing I could have heard the words of my father's name move across her lips. I never found out what it was.
I had no one now. I was truly alone on the island. I hoped that the stupid rescue team would come soon so I would be able to get to my stupid new foster home and forget about Mrs. Peters. I couldn't get the mental image out of my head. She was always there, staring at me with her cold eyes. I shuddered inwardly.
I laughed and put an apple on the table. "Good morning" I said, sitting down. "What's up?"
"I'm googling Paul McCartney" he said.
"Why?" I laughed.
"Long story" he said waving me off. A man in a suit came up to me.
"Good Morning, Rebecca" he said cordially. "Don't forget about our appointment this afternoon"
I nodded and he left. "You still have to go to those?" Jay asked.
"Yeah"
"I thought you said you were better" he accused.
"I did" I said. "Because I am"
"If you're better, why do you still have to go?"
"Just a precaution" I said, getting up to leave. "See ya later"
People were talking behind me. "Is she okay?" said one.
"I dunno" replied the other in a British accent. "Oy, you alright?" he called. I didn't answer. "Go get Jack" he said. "I see blood"
"You okay?" asked a male voice coming up next to me. I didn't answer, hoping he would go away. I couldn't talk. If I did, I was sure I would start crying, if not sobbing. He sat down next to me. I ignored his presence at my side and only looked ahead of me without really seeing anything. He put his hand on my shoulder. "What's your name?" he asked.
I looked at his hand, not exactly knowing what to do. "Um…it's Rebecca. Becca Gallagher.
"Hi Becca, I'm Jack" He said. "I happened to notice that you were over here all alone and that your head was still bleeding. You mind if I look at it?" I shook my head and turned towards him so that he could see my forehead better. "You're going to need stitches" He said cupping my chin in his hand. I shuddered slightly, but let him clean the wound and stitch it up. It hurt, but I really couldn't wince or it would hurt even more.
"Alright, you're good" he smiled letting go.
"Thanks" I replied.
"Was she your mother?" he asked nodding his head towards Mrs. Peters. I looked at her.
"No" I said simply, but nothing more.
"So you're alone here?"
"Yeah" I sighed, the feeling of actually saying it making me feel even worse. I still stared at the body.
"Oh" he said. There was another moment of awkward silence. "Why don't you come over by one of the fires?"
I looked at the body. "Ok" I said letting him help me up from the ground. There were five or six fires burning around the beach and people were gathered at every single one of them. Jack led me to the one farthest to the left, away from most of the bodies. He sat down with a girl with freckles and long dark hair. She grinned slightly at me. I nodded a hello and sat down next to Jack. I was silent as Jack and the other girl talked.
"We must have been at about 40,000 feet when it happened" Jack mused. He had made an airplane out of a leaf. "Hit an air pocket. Dropped, maybe, 200 feet" He moved the plane to demonstrate. "The turbulence was … I blacked out"
"I didn't. I saw the whole thing" The girl said softly. "I knew that the tail was gone, but I couldn't bring myself to look back. And then the, the front of the plane broke off"
Jack shook his head. "Well, it's not here on the beach. Neither is the tail. We need to figure out which way we came in"
"Why?" she asked.
"Because there's a chance we could find the cockpit" Jack explained. "If it's intact, we might be able to find a transceiver. Send out a signal, help the rescue party find us"
"How do you know all that?" Kate asked, impressed.
Jack shrugged. "Took a couple flying lessons. Wasn't for me"
There was a moment of silence. "I saw some smoke" She said. "Just through the valley. If you're thinking about going for the cockpit, I'm going with you"
Jack shook his head and smiled. "I don't know your name"
"I'm Kate" She smiled.
"Jack" he replied. He turned to look at me. "This is Becca"
At the sound of my name I jumped a little. I looked at Kate and smiled. "Hi" I said nodding.
Kate looked at Jack, slightly embarrassed. "Is she your—"
"No" I said, cutting her off. "I-I'm alone" I said.
"Not anymore" Jack smiled. "We have to band together until the rescue boats come. We don't want any accidents"
A loud booming noise came out of the jungle. I jumped up and stared towards the sound. Loud metallic noises were echoing through the trees. Leaves rustled. The trees shook and fell as something moved through them. Soon the whole camp was up and staring at the jungle. Jack and Kate moved towards the noises, so I followed, right behind. A voice not too far away from me said, "Terrific"
I did not sleep at all that night.