"Please tell me this is the dress you want."

Wake up.

"Stiles, who's idea was it to come dress shopping?" Lydia called out from her changing cubicle.

Stiles' head hung low. "Mine."

Wake up, Lydia! Kick your legs!

Lydia zipped up the dress then checked herself out in the mirror. "Wow."

"Is that the dress? Is it the one?" Stiles sat up straight with anticipation and hope.

Lydia stroked the silk material of the dress. She smiled. "This is the one."

That's it, keep kicking.

"Oh thank god." Stiles exhaled, wiping his face. "Come out and show me, then."

"You shouldn't see my dress before prom, Stiles."

Stiles grinned. "I'm pretty sure that only applies for weddings, Lyds."

Lydia looked down at her dress and smiled. Pushing up her curly hair, she turned around and opened the red curtain, her eyes falling onto Stiles' shocked expression.

He was lost for words. How could someone look this beautiful? How was it possible for a human to look this...incredible? Stiles decided then and there that Lydia was definitely an angel.

Lydia watched Stiles with a smirk as he tried to conjure up a sentence.

"Uh..." He muttered, his eyes falling down to Lydia's curves and her pale, soft skin. "You look lovely. No, not lovely. You look beautiful, amazing, hot. Not hot as in hot-I'm not saying you don't look hot..."

Lydia looked down and chuckled as Stiles took a deep breath.

Don't breathe in. Just kick. You're almost there.

"What I'm trying to say is, Lydia..." Stiles began. "You look like an angel."

You're so close, don't give up. Keep kicking, Lydia.

"Really?" Lydia smiled, her heart racing.

"Really." Stiles nodded. "Out of this world."

Lydia gasped desperately for air as she broke through the surface of the water, her arms flailing about as she tried to think clearly. She was alive. Gaining control of her breathing, she wiped her eyes and looked around as the rain continued to poor down. Nothing but black sea and dark sky. Twisting and turning, her legs kicked to keep her above the water as her eyes fell onto her bag floating along the water's surface. Lydia gasped with happiness. Considering the circumstances, she was very lucky.

Lydia grabbed hold of her bag and rested it upon her shoulder as she looked around once more, her vision a lot clearer. There was no sign of the plane, or anything else for that matter. She squinted into the distance, the darkness of the storm making it far too hard to see anything. But then her eyes fell on land. An island ahead. Lydia's heart flipped.

She began to kick, making sure her bag was above the water at all times. The horrible weather and the choppy sea was making it hard for her to go anywhere, but she kept kicking and using her arms to push her along. She needed to make it. She survived a god damn plane crash, she needed to survive this.

She kicked and kicked as her arms and legs screamed at her to stop, but she was getting closer. She couldn't give up. She told herself that she could collapse and cry once she was ashore, but right now she needed to hold it together and keep going.

What felt like hours passed but she finally felt the sand beneath her feet and she stood up, wading through the shallow water to reach the land. The closer it got, the more she wanted to fall down and sob. The water began to fall to her ankles and she finally made it, her legs buckling and her knees falling onto the sand. She chucked her bag forward before collapsing all together.

Gasping for air, trying to let everything sink in; it was too much. The rain was still falling down heavy and she began to worry about her bag and the contents inside. Pulling herself up, she grabbed her bag and ran along the damp the sand towards the exotic trees ahead. She made cover under a large banana tree and leaned against it, looking out to sea. All she begged for was for everyone to have survived, swimming towards her. But nothing. Nothing was there and that's when she burst out crying.

She sobbed for hours on end, cried and cried until she couldn't cry no more. How could this have happened? There were children, innocent lives on that plane and they were all gone. How was that fair? Some were going home to see their family and friends, just like she was. But they couldn't do that any more, and their family and friends would be waiting, waiting patiently for them to return. Lydia closed her eyes. Was she going to make it home? Would she get to see her family and friends again, Stiles? Of course she would. Rescue helicopters and boats would be here soon, she just had to pull it together and wait patiently.

Wiping her eyes, she unzipped her bag to check on everything. Her change of clothes were a little damp, but her electronic devices were okay. She decided to leave them until tomorrow. Authorities would have rescued her by then, and if they hadn't, she could find a way to contact someone tomorrow, or better. Behind her could be a town, a city for all she knew. She would look tomorrow.

She removed her soaked clothes and changed into her drier ones before settling down. She rested her head on her arms and closed her eyes. Lydia thought it would be hard to sleep, too much had happened. But she was so exhausted, so traumatized that she fell into a deep, nightmare-infested sleep.

..

Lydia woke up to the sound of the sea crashing ahead of her. She was confused. Blinking, she opened her eyes and turned her head. The sea was calm and the sun was setting. Her eyes stayed on the sea ahead and spotting a piece of debris from the-

Plane crash. Lydia's stomach dropped and she closed her eyes. She wished it were a nightmare. Wiping her eyes, she pushed her almost dry hair back and sat up. She was glad the storm had stopped, but it was evening now and nobody had seemed to have arrived yet. Lydia didn't panic, she knew how these things worked. They had probably only realised that the plane was missing and they were unable to track it. They'd be here soon.

Lydia checked the time on her phone; 7.32PM. Turning her phone back off, she stuffed her now dry clothes into her bag as well as her phone and stood up. Stretching her arms and legs, she turned to the trees behind her and began to make her way through. There must something on this island that could help her. By the perimeter of the island when she was swimming towards it, it wasn't large. And as she mentally named all of the islands in the North and South Pacific ocean, she couldn't put her finger on this one. They were around four hours into the flight when they crashed, so that must have meant they were just heading over the North Pacific.

As Lydia was calculating and analysing in her head, she hadn't realised that she'd passed the wall of trees and was now staring straight at dried out land. No signs of anything except dead trees and the occasional bird. Lydia swallowed, her throat salty and dry. She was starting to panic.

She continued to walk through the dry land and the hot sun beating down on her until she reached another large formation of trees. She needed some shade. Walking through, she sat down against a trunk and took a few breaths. She had to find some water. The sun was hot enough at sunset, she couldn't imagine what it would be like at its highest point.

As Lydia leaned against the trunk, her ears caught hold of the sound of a helicopter in the distance. In a second she was up, listening intently as her heart jumped. She couldn't hear nothing at first, but then the sound came back. It was definitely a helicopter. Almost screaming for joy, Lydia grabbed her bag and began to run out of the trees and across the dry land, her heard thudding against her chest. She couldn't tell which direction the helicopter was coming from and as much as she tried to look up while running, she couldn't locate it either. The sound was becoming distant and the panic began to rise within her. She couldn't miss it.

"Wait!" She screamed into the air, straining her neck to look up towards the sun. Her eyes fell on the helicopter hovering over the sea and as she was about to shriek for joy, she heard the sound of a branch breaking and a bone snapping, she was on the floor in a heap.

She became numb for a moment as she looked down at her ankle, then it sank in. There her bone was, sticking out the side of her ankle with blood pouring onto the dry ground. Lydia felt vomit rise up her throat and her cheeks became red and hot. The pain began, and she screamed so loud she wished the helicopters had heard. Looking up to the sky, her eyes fell on the helicopter once more but it was becoming smaller and smaller.

Lydia shook her head rapidly as the tears of desperation and disappointment fell down her cheeks.

"No, no, no! Wait, please!"

She watched in shock and disbelief as the helicopter disappeared into the distance, leaving her lying on the hard hot floor with a bloody, broken ankle.