Ello lovelies. I just wanted to thank all of you who reviewed, favorited or followed, since that's the reason that I write! So, I guess I should clarify some things.
1. Yes, I have read 'Mayday' by the amazing RossLover2012. However, I am not stealing her idea, considering I read 'Mayday' after I posted the first chapter.
2. If this is based off of anything, it's a combination of the season 7 finale of 'Grey's Anatomy' and 'Lord of the Flies'.
And that's pretty much it. Okay, here's chapter 2 of 'Stranded'
Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.
Ally's P.O.V.
I woke up to the sound of silence, a dull throbbing in the back of my head and a burning sensation in my ankle. I let my eyes flutter open slowly as they adjusted to the blinding sunlight that was barely hidden behind treetops and clouds. My eyes fully opened and I blinked slowly, trying to process what happened.
The tour.
The plane.
The smoke.
Hitting my head.
The back of the plane.
The crash.
I slowly sat up, yelping at a sudden shooting pain through my side and my hands flew up to the source of the pain – my side was hot. My eyes widened and I tentatively pulled my hands away from my side to look at them, and sure as shit, they were stained a dark red color that could only be one thing – blood.
My head began spinning again; just at the sight of my blood coating my hands as the metallic smell finally hit me. I didn't know how badly I was hurt, so doing the first thing I could think of, I stripped Austin's sweatshirt from my body and wrapped it tightly around the wound in my side, tying it securely in place with the sleeves. Just to be safe, I used a hair tie that I had around my wrist to tie the sleeves together even tighter. The pain was barely bearable, but making a make-shift tourniquet was the first thing I could think of to save my life.
I bit my lip as I slowly stood up, avoiding putting pressure on my left ankle as I took in my surroundings.
Trees.
And a fucking lot of them, for that matter.
I turned to my left – trees. I turned to my right – trees. I turned around – Ocean.
Ocean?
I squinted my eyes and took a step forward before screaming out in agony from the pain in my ankle, and I lost my balance, thankfully catching myself against a nearby tree to look down at my ankle. Not only was my ankle bruised completely and swollen beyond recognition, my bone had shifted. Now instead of jutting out the side of my ankle, it stuck out over the top of my foot.
A mixture between a gasp, groan and sob escaped my lips as I pressed my back fully against the back of the tree and let myself slide down its base. Tears finally left my eyes and I closed them, knowing that I was going to die here. If not now, then I would slowly waste away, and in hundreds of years from now, maybe my skeleton would be discovered by some foreign scientists. Or maybe I would never be found at all; who knows? Either way, I'm going to die completely alone.
So I did what I could – with my eyes still closed, I waited for the inevitable.
Austin's P.O.V.
"Austin."
"Austin."
"Austin!"
I heard someone saying my name, and then shouting my name, which caused me to groggily open my eyes, peering in front of me, to see a wide-eyed Trish, kneeling down on the ground in front of my line of vision.
"Austin you need to get up. Now." There was a serious tone laced in her voice, but it wasn't her typical bossy – seriousness; it was something else.
Fear.
I blinked my eyes slowly at her, trying to register what was going on. Trish had a gash on her temple, and blood was slowly dripping down her face. Her lip was cut and swollen; making it look like someone had punched her.
I tried to take control of my senses – feeling the grainy texture of the ground beneath my left arm and calves; the salty smell of the air mixed with metallics and burning; the coppery taste in my mouth when I ran my tongue along my bottom lip; the sound of wind rushing around me and the distant sound of crashing waves.
All I really wanted to do was let my eyes roll into the back of my head and fall asleep, but I knew I couldn't. Something wasn't right.
"Trish?" My voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper, and talking made my throat and lungs ache, making me cringe and twist my face in pain.
"Austin." Her voice broke into a sob. "We need to go!" She had tears streaming down her face that I hadn't noticed before.
"What…" I started, but let out a cough that strained my lungs even more, so I breathed out, "happened?"
"The plane crashed, Austin." She cried softly, wiping away some of her tears and smeared blood across her cheek. "I can't find Ally or Dez."
Fear instantly cursed through my veins. "I can't find Ally." I rolled onto my stomach, screaming out in pain from my shoulder, but I gritted my teeth and bent my arms underneath myself and pushed myself up into a plank position, hissing in pain, before finally shifting my weight to my feet as I slowly got myself to a kneeling position. I heard Trish let out a soft gasp, her eyes glued to my shoulder. I clenched my jaw and turned my head to examine the damage –
The sleeve of my flannel was torn at the shoulder, leaving an open and bloody wound, and an exposed, dislocated shoulder. My humerus, no doubt.
I turned my head away and with my right arm, I tugged my left sleeve all the way off before looking up at Trish again. Through gritted teeth, I mumbled" "Pop it back in place."
"What?" Trish gasped in shock.
"Pop my fucking shoulder back into place." I breathed.
"I don't know… Austin I can't!"
"Yes you can. Please." I begged her with my eyes.
"How?" She whispered, crawling over to me.
"Pull my arm up," I showed her what I meant by bringing my right arm just above a 90 degree angle from the ground. "Then, just… push it in and down." I tried to explain, and Trish nodded slowly before taking my hand and forearm in her hands and slowly began lifting my arm. I groaned out in pain but clenched my jaw and ground my teeth together, nodding at Trish to keep going. She lifted my arm so that it was slightly higher than 90*, just like I showed her. She took a deep breath and I shut my eyes as a pain ripped through my shoulder, and I both felt and heard a 'pop' and a crunching noise that was drown out by my screaming.
"Austin there's blood everywhere…" Trish gasped, and I wordlessly handed her my torn sleeve – "Wrap it as tight as you can."
She grabbed the cloth from my hand and brought my arm back out to be parallel with the ground, causing me to groan as she ripped the sleeve in half, wrapping one half around the wound, tying it tightly, trying to stem the blood flow before she wrapped the other piece around the wound again – even tighter than the first.
"God that fucking hurts." I groaned, holding my arm to mu chest. "Thanks, Trish."
"How did you… what?" She stared at me dumbfoundedly.
"I've played hockey since I was," I stood up from my kneeling position, letting out a deep breath and slight groan. "Three." I finished, extending my good hand out to Trish, which she accepted and I helped pull her up before she nearly fell into me.
"Sorry, I'm just a little dizzy." She sighed, tiredly.
"You probably have a concussion." I said slightly, looking at the gash on her forehead. Right now, my main concern for Trish was her gash getting infected or any possible brain trauma, not to mention any other injuries she may have.
"I'm fine, Austin. Let's just go look for the others." She said, pushing my hand away from her cut and taking a step away from me, keeping her balance this time.
I sighed in defeat, "Okay, let's go."
She nodded and began walking into the forest, and I followed right behind her, my heart practically beating out of my chest from the fear I was having over what… or who we would find.
The forest was filled with thick trees, making it nearly impossible to see beyond 5 feet in front of you. My lungs began to ache again, and I keeled over, coughs racking my body. I recovered to see Trish leaning against a tree, eyes closed.
"You good?" I asked quietly.
"Do you hear that?" She gasped, her eyes snapping open as she turned her head, squinting into the forest.
I closed my eyes and strained my ears to listen when I heard it. A small voice, quietly crying for help.
"That way." I practically screamed as I took off as fast as my legs could carry me towards the noise, but when I finally came to a small clearing, I stopped dead in my tracks, a sob finally escaping my throat.
Kira.
"TRISH!" I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow, my lungs burning and my throat rubbing itself raw. I made a bee-line towards Kira, who was a bloody mess, laying on her side – a dense, metal pole ripping through her abdomen.
"Austin?" She whimpered, moving her head slightly to look at me.
"Kira!" I slid onto the ground next to her, trying to keep tears from spilling out from my eyes.
She weakly smiled at me, a small amount of blood spilling out the side of her mouth as I took a look at her abdomen – it wasn't just the hollow pole, she looked like she had been shredded apart by a machine gun, but in all actuality, on closer inspection, I realized it was shrapnel – which was weird, considering I don't remember any explosions except for the first one on the wing of the plane.
"Kira, don't worry, it's not that bad – we're gonna get you help, okay?" I grabbed her hands in mine, speaking slowly, trying to convince myself more than her that things would be okay.
"Austin," She started, before stopping to blink tears away, which failed as they streamed down her cheeks, and a cough hit her, causing her to sputter up blood onto the ground between us, which only made more tears to fall from her eyes and one to slip from my eye, which I didn't bother to wipe away. Her eyes looked up to meet mine. "I'm dying." She whispered, squeezing my hands softly.
"No, you're not."
"Austin, yes I am."
"No…" I let my voice trail off and my head hang, tears splashing from my eyes onto the forest floor.
"Sing to me?" She gasped out, causing me to look back up at her as her eyes squeezed shut in pain and her face contorted, "Please." She cried, her breathing hitching in her throat as more blood bubbled from her lips and her breathing sped up.
I nodded slowly, clutching both of her hands together in mine, staring into her eyes, which were filled with absolute fear and tears poured out of my own, I ignored the rawness of my throat and burning of my lungs as I started to sing softly to her.
"When you opened up your mouth, it was like sunshine coming out. You changed the world outside my window; right there you blew my heart away. And I remember when I met you, thinking that you were not an ordinary day, and this wasn't gonna be no ordinary day." I let my voice trail off and fade out as Kira's eyes began to gloss over.
"Still my… my fa-favorite song, Austy." She grinned painfully, beginning to shake and her voice stuttered. "Yo-you're still my favorite… don't fo-fo-forget." She moved her hand out of mine to grab the necklace I had bought her 2 weeks ago, tearing it from her neck and placing it into the palm of my hand. It was a simple, silver heart pendant on a silver chain with a ruby embedded in the top left corner. On the back was engraved; 'I love you.'
"I-I … I love you… too." She breathed out, her eyes finding mine again. "Always." She mumbled before her hands fell limp in mine and her eyes completely glossed over, blankly staring through me.
A loud sob tore through my throat as I let go of her hands and closed both of her eyes and her mouth gently. I squeezed the necklace in my fist, sobs wracking my body uncontrollably. I wanted to throw a fit, but the limited mobility in my shoulder prevented that, leaving me sobbing into my knees while my right hand tugged on my hair and my left hand grasped the necklace nightly, hanging loosely at my side.
I felt a hand tentatively touch my good shoulder and heard Trish whispering my name.
"Austin, she's gone. Let her go."
I picked up my head from my knees, looking at Kira's lifeless body in front of me. I nodded slowly, leaning back off of my knees and onto my feet, standing up. Guilt washed over me and I turned to face Trish.
"We can't just leave her here, Trish."
She simply nodded in understanding and walked over to where Kira was, meeting my gaze as her hand rested on the pole jutting out of her abdomen and I nodded, looking away, but still hearing a slight squishing noise followed by the clanking of metal hitting the ground. I cringed at the sound, but still managed to turn back around at a now standing Trish.
"I'll carry her." I mumbled, bending down and slipping my right hand under her legs, but quickly realized I couldn't carry her with my left arm. A choked sob passed my lips in defeat before Trish was next to me, holding both of Kira's shoulders above the ground, a sad smile on her face. I let the tears roll down my face as both Trish and I lifted Kira off of the ground and began walking towards the beach – the perfect place, considering that it was both mine and Kira's favorite place.
We gently laid her on the sand and I rand a hand shakily through my hair.
"Now what?" Trish squeaked from my left.
"We put her in the water." I replied dryly.
"Do you need a minute?"
I simply nodded and heard footsteps walking away from me, and then dropping to my knees; I grabbed Kira's head and cradled it in my lap, brushing her hair out of her face with my fingertips. I desperately wanted to stop crying, but I couldn't find the willpower inside myself. I managed to keep my gaze on her face and away from her mangled torso as I spoke, my voice cracking.
"This is so fucking unfair, baby girl. You had so much going for you… God, you were so talented and you never even saw it. You mean everything to me, you know. You always have and you always will, do you understand me? No matter what happens to me, I will never forget you. I guess now you're my angel for real. So Kir, please, if you're in heaven, help me get out of this place… and say hi to Sebastian for me. Man, I miss that old ball of fluff… even though he did always eat my pancakes. Great dog though; anyways. Kira Elizabeth Nicole Starr, you will always be my one and only. I love you." I sputtered out, holding her body close to mine and kissing her forehead softly.
I squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I could before slowly opening them to look out onto the crashing shoreline and fading horizon. I gently took her head out of my lap and laid her body back on the sand. Wiping the tears from my face, I cleared my throat, then moved my hands down to her leather jacket, slipping it off of her shoulders.
"Trish." I called weakly, folding the jacket in my hands and placing it in the sand next to me. I heard her approaching, "help me with her clothes."
"Huh?"
"We're putting her in the water, Trish. It's what she would have wanted."
"But her clothes..?"
"You know how she was about her clothes," I smiled at the thought of angry Kira over her wardrobe. "This is her favorite jacket; she'd come back to life just to slap me if I let something bad happen to it. Besides, if anything… you know… gets her, no one will ever know how amazing she looked."
That earned a slight laugh from Trish, who walked over to Kira's bottom half, slipping her left shoe off and putting it next to the jacket, which made me realize for the first time that Kira was missing a shoe. I laughed at the sight, picturing Kira in 110% health after the crash, telling me that we needed to find her other shoe, and she'd beg for a piggy back ride and bitch about the forest floor. And bugs. I just shook my head and grabbed the hem of her white v-neck, hesitating.
"Trish, I need you to do this." I sighed, rocking back on my heels and looking down at her.
"I know. Here, this was in her pocket." She handed me a Vera Bradley wallet… purse…phone holder...case…thing. "I'll call you over when I'm done."
I nodded, standing up, turning the (let's just call it a wallet) wallet over in my hands and took a few steps forward before opening it. Inside were all of her credit cards, her license, phone and a picture of her and I. I slowly took the picture out of its plastic casing and looked at it.
It was Kira and I, her arms wrapped around my neck sideways; our cheeks squished together. My eyes were crossed and my mouth was open in a grin, Kira's eyes were wide and staring directly into the camera, her lips pursed together in a 'fishy-face'. I turned the picture over in my hands, and all that was written on the back was, 'My love. 2/14/13'.
I smiled – it was the date the picture was taken, which just so happened to be the day we started dating, and Valentine 's Day. That was 5 months ago – nearly minutes after I had asked her to be my girlfriend and she accepted. I sighed as my smile fell, folding the picture in half and stuffing it in my pocket along with her phone - I could go through that later, if it even still worked. I ran my hand through my hair and let out another cough, keeling over once again - spitting out a substance, my lungs still burning. Looking down at the sand, I saw red splatter marks, which only meant one thing.
I was bleeding internally.
My breathing hitched and I used the back of my hand to wipe away any blood residue on my lips, putting on my poker face as I heard Trish calling my name. I turned around to see A pile of clothes on the sand next to Kira, who was clad in her bra and underwear. I bit my lip as I knelt down, moving my hand under her legs to pick her up as Trish did the same with her shoulders. We walked into the water until it was about waist deep before gently placing her back against the water. I felt the need to cough but I held it back as I slowly removed my hand from underneath Kira. Giving her body a slight push, Trish and I stood there for a moment, watching her body bob up and down before the current started to pull her away.
A sigh left me while I turned around, not wanting to watch Kira's body be taken out to sea. I made my way back to shore, finally letting out the cough as I let it take over my body. I was spitting out blood and I didn't even care, I just closed my eyes and let it happen. The coughing finally subsided and I pulled myself back to my feet, wiping my lips yet again. I turned around to find Trish just staring at me, concern flashing behind her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but I stopped her.
"Trish, I'm fine. Let's just go find Ally." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Right now, Ally was truly the only person I wanted to be around, but I wasn't about to admit that. She's my best friend, of course I wanted to find her. She needed to be okay. There was no other way - she was okay. She was somewhere out of harms way, and that's all that I needed to focus on. But I cleared my throat. "And Dez."
Trish just nodded her head, walking over to me and without warning, wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me. I blinked back tears and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, resting my head on hers. "I'm really glad you're okay, Austin." She mumbled against me, pulling away from me but keeping one arm wrapped around my waist and I kept one arm around her shoulders.
"I'm really glad you found me, Trish." I smiled down at her, pulling her into me sideways and took a step forward, Trish followed in step with me as we made our way back into the woods, my heart still pounding in fear of finding Ally or someone else I loved hurt... or even worse.
I couldn't lose anyone else.
Especially Ally.
Not like Kira.
Okay, there's chapter 2 ! I hope you liked it, and sorry it took me a while - I just wanted to see what you guys thought of it. (: So, I know some of you may hate reviewing, but literally, even if you just sign in as a guest and type; "great story!" or, "This sucked!" I would love you forever. So if you hated it or loved it, let me know (:
Song Used: "Ordinary Day" : Ross lynch.
