I woke from a nap and got up to use the restroom. I went to open the door but someone was already in so I went back to my seat. We stopped our conversation and I fell back asleep.

The turbulence woke me up from my deep sleep. It was quick and then returned to normal. The pilot reassured us that was the last of it. Shortly after it returned, and was stronger. There were screams and shouts all around me. I closed my eyes and held tight to the armrests and prayed this too would end. But it didn't. It got worse. One fear that has prevented me from traveling all these years was actually coming true. Jack turned to me and said "its fine, this will be over soon too." I nodded and smiled. The oxygen masks dropped down and everyone started to panic, myself included. I looked back at him as I put my mask on in disbelief and tried my hardest not to have a panic attack. He smiled to reassure me but I saw in his eyes he was nervous. I kept repeating "it will be fine" to myself, trying to convince myself. Soon after the plane started to creak and crack a bit. Minutes later, the crack got bigger and the tail end tore off. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself and remember to breathe. I passed out from panic, or maybe lack of oxygen.

I woke up on a beach. There were people running all over and someone was screaming. I scrambled to my feet, but fell to my knees from a horrible headache. I looked around in disbelief. We crashed on a fucking island. I began to panic; my mom and best friend were expecting a call when I landed. My constant reassurance that I would be fine now seemed silly. With my bag nowhere in sight I started to cry. My family will be worried sick.

I tried to calm myself, walking down near the water. The beach has always been such a calm place for me. I loved the water, but now I felt so small… so lost. I felt alone even though I was on this island with all these people; but they were strangers. We were all scared out of our mind; we didn't know how long we would be here. Jack quickly became our "leader". He was a doctor and was helping the survivors with help from multiple other passengers. He seemed so calm, but then again doctors usually strive under pressure or stress. How lucky he was on this flight.

After we for the most part calmed down, I went back to walk along the water. I was staring at the ocean and at the waves washing over my feet as I walked. I looked up to see the sexy man in the wheelchair sitting on a higher part of the beach, looking out at the sea. I walked over to him and smiled, happy to see someone familiar. He smiled back with an orange piece in his mouth, and I laughed softly and blushed as I continued to walk over to him. He offered me a sliced as I was in arm's length of him and I took it, nodded to thank him and sat down. For the first time since the crash, I didn't feel alone. He made me feel happy during this confusing chaos.