I opened one eye and squinted, but all I could see was the sky because I was somehow lying on my back. I quickly raised my back. I gazed into the clear sea watching it lash onto the sand, which was surrounding me. But then it was as if mute had been switched on for the last couple of minutes, and now that had been taken away. The sound had come, the buzzing, the yelling, and the crying in fear or pain. This was all around. I turned. There it was, the plane, the smashed fuselage.
My eyes lit and I could feel them getting deeper. I suddenly got to my feet. I didn't move anywhere though; it was as if I was stuck. I just watched for a little longer. Of course I did slowly walk as if I was walking on ice towards the crash. But what could I do? I was helpless. I could now hear the sound getting louder. It was as if someone had switched up the volume. Now parts of the ripped up plane were flying everywhere with people having to dodge them. But one man got blown up and I just innocently watched. Tears suddenly rushed to my eyes. I was thinking about what I had survived. I don't remember crashing. I remember the oxygen masks popping down. Then BANG, I'm here. That's all I remember.
I started to panic. Where was he? He should of survived, he could of helped, he would no what to do. We weren't travelling together. But somehow, by coincidence, we had ended up on the same plane. He should have survived, not me. Had he survived? I shouted his name at the top of my lungs. Where was he? I darted around the plane crash as if it was a school playground. Then I found him. He was alive. Tears came to my eyes again.
"Jack" I shouted to him like he was a million miles away. I was so relieved to see him alive, the plane crash had nearly disappeared from my memory.
"Jasmine," he said as he got up from where he was and walked towards me. "Stay away from the crash, go to the edge. Wait there, and I'll come in a minute to check if you're alright," he said softly. I looked on at what he was doing, saving people. Then I walked away.
I sat myself down in the sand. I watched the chaos continue while I just played with the sand. I didn't no what to do, I looked out of place. It was unbearable to think that I hadn't gotten away with out a mark; not even a scratch and the people I was sitting next to had probably died, and that was the realistic truth. Even my clothes weren't damaged all they had on them was dust, why was this?
I new Jack was right for me to stay near by the edge. I couldn't help anyone; I would probably get in the way. Fixing people for Jack was like his own special language. It was what he was made to do. I had learnt that as long as you we're with Jack, you couldn't get broken.
I lifted my head. Out of the corner of my eye, beneath the smoke; where more explosions had taken place and more lives were probably lost, I could see jack hobbling towards me. I hurried towards him thinking he was hurt.
"Jack are you alright?" I said in shock. He had helped all those people and had been injured himself.
"Yeah," he nodded but I new he was laying. I looked at him at him waiting for him to tell me the truth. "Well I'm hurt. But I'll sort it out later. You don't like blood remember?" we both smiled. "So are you sure your okay?"
"Honestly Jack, I'm fine, I was lucky" I said, "You go and get sorted. Sure you don't want me to help?" he nodded and slowly walked away.
"Was that women alright? I mean did she live? The one you were given mouth to mouth to?" I stopped him to ask. When I first found him, that's what he was doing.
"Yeah, she is getting better. Thanks. She was lucky too."
"I guess so" I replied and watched him walk away.
The crash had died down now. I sat down again, in the same spot I first woke up. I watched the night gradually get darker. I was all-alone. I didn't feel like talking, what was there to talk about? We had just been though one of the worst events that will happen to us in our lives. That was one thing we could talk about. It was cold and I didn't have a jacket. I wouldn't need a jacket in my hand luggage when I was going to LA. I hadn't found my suitcase yet either. So I was stuck being cold.
I decided to move closer to the group and not to be the old one out. I gazed at the skeleton of the plane. Then I turned my head to get my first impression at everyone I would be spending the next day with. There was a pretty blonde, she was heavily pregnant, I wonder why she was on the plane? She only looked about twenty-two, but mayb she was older. Next to her was a large, jolly, curly haired man. He was serving out the food. Beside them there was a couple arguing. She looked like Miss. America, and he looked like her brother or her push over boyfriend. She was painting her toenails in a vain pink. Though he looked quite friendly. Under a shelter they was a foreign married couple. I don't think they could speck English. A stuffy looking guy was sitting alone in a black hoodie. I could also see a kid and his dad. An Arab guy. Jack was sitting by the side, but not alone. He was with an innocent looking woman, with long brown curly hair. They were both talking. Near by was a slick looking guy who was smoking. He had blonde hair and intense blue eyes. Then finally there was a bald old man sitting in the middle. He had a Hollywood scar across one eye. He was staring right at me, like he new what I was thinking. He scared me. Were you meant to go by your first impressions? I don't think you are, because nothing is what it seems at first. But then I thought, what was everyone else thinking? We're they all juddging me, like I was judging them?
