“Wreckage”
Her deep, dark amethyst eyes flew open in shock, her slender frame aching with agony. She felt her breathing elevate, gasps spilling from her simple lips and filling her ears.
Elongating her fingers, she saw a gritty dried liquid all around her hands. Blood caked around her palms, creating a pattern that, to her, resembled inkblots a therapist would use to test one’s sanity. She wasn’t sure whether that connection was negative or positive.
To say it was a struggle to stand would be a severe understatement. But eventually, she got up from the ground. That’s when she took in the clarity of her surroundings.
Forestry splashed out before her, an emerald jungle of various trees that wove their way into her senses. The faint roar of the ocean could be heard in the distance, and it didn’t help calm the horrid possibilities that were going through her head when she wondered where she was.
Brushing off the dirt from her white sundress, she glanced down at her feet, and realized they were bare.
Suddenly, she heard a bush behind her rustle violently, interrupting the habitat of insects she was sure were infested along its base, its leaves rubbing together off key. Turning as she heard the noise, untamed black curls swayed as she moved.
A young, and as she took note, attractive man stumbled out into the clearing with her. His face was twisted in dismal fear and despair, but he was gorgeous. Breathtaking. He had apparent beauty lathered into every individual pore on his stunning façade. Concern reflected in his emerald irises, bold and crisp. He had short, straight black hair and wore a slightly torn and faded gray shirt, with stained blue jeans completing his outfit, along with a nice pair of Nikes she was sure he hadn't worn in a while.
When he spoke, his velvet voice ripped her from the dreamlike trance he seemed to emit.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”
He was staring at her, so she followed his gaze, which ended at her hands.
“You’re bleeding. Where?” he asked, worry laced between his words.
She felt a twinge at the back of her leg, causing her hands to probe the area. Her fingers slid across a rough scarlet patch of blood.
“My leg, but it’s stopped.”
“What’s your name?”
She opened her mouth automatically before her voice died on her tongue abruptly. Now that she actually thought about it, she couldn’t remember her name. She couldn’t remember how she got here. She couldn’t remember anything.
“I-I don’t know.”
He instantly sighed. “I was afraid of that.” When she just threw him a look filled with perplexment, he went on. “I can’t remember anything either.”
Their chances of not remembering anything was extremely odd. Then again, they didn’t know what had happened to them.
An ear splitting shriek tore through the still air. The two strangers shared a terrified look before taking off, following the scream to hopefully meet its owner.
She started running then, knowing the guy was trailing behind her, all the while her flowy dress wisped as she hopped and ran through the torrid jungle they had just recently been introduced to. She pushed pass one branch of a palm tree and sand was instantly felt on the soles of her feet, soothing the harsh feeling they started to hold.
The man behind her stumbled a little as he came out of the jungle with her. They glued their eyes to the same scene.
In the distance, drowning in the sapphire ocean, was an ocean liner. A ship. Their ship.
It roared and screamed as the ocean devoured it. With one last sufficient gulp, their ship was eaten by the relentless and unforgiving sea.
The cry for help was heard once more, shifting their focus from their lost ship and away from the cobalt water. They both ran across the beach to a blonde woman screaming on the ground. As they reached her, the guy kneeling down by her side, the girl with the purple irises looked in the brush of the jungle.
That’s when she saw it. A man. Standing there, watching them. He was dressed all in black, a suit of some sorts, but it wasn’t the kind of suit she’d expect to find in meetings. The guy beside the blonde woman broke her gaze.
“Did you hear me?”
Shaking her head, she looked back up.
The man was gone.
“No, what’d you say?”
“I said, she needs help.”
The woman’s hair was cut in a golden bob, and her recently manicured nails were already chipping from the strife they had yet to assess. She noticed that the woman’s arm was horribly twisted at an unnatural angle. It was dislocated, no doubt about it.
“Help me.” the woman said simply.
“Calm down. “ he said. “Do you remember you name?”
The woman winced in pain once more, before shaking her head. The man looked back at the young girl in the white dress.
“Imagine that.”
“You don’t remember anything?” she asked the woman, getting the same gesture that he had gotten from her.
“Something’s not right here.” she said, looking away from the woman and looking back out toward the ocean.
“Just hold her still. I think I know what to do.”
“You think?!” the woman screeched in protest.
He looked back to see the girl staring out at the ocean again, losing her mind in the waves. “Hey!” Turning around instantly, he told her to hold her in place. She knelt down in the sand beside the attractive man and held onto the blonde woman.
“Did you wake up on the beach?” he asked the blonde woman.
“Yes, but I don’t think that-”
And before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her arm and pulled it upwards before twisting it back into place, causing the woman’s speech halt so she could utter more screams.
He gave the dark haired girl a look. “Hurts less if you don’t see it coming.”
“Are you a doctor?” the blonde woman asked.
“I wouldn’t know even if I were.” he quickly replied.
“You both can’t remember anything either?” They both shared an equally concerned look before the woman continued talking. “Where is everyone? Where’s the Captain? What happened?”
“We don’t know,” the man said. “But I’m going to go look for others in the jungle.” the young girl gave him a cautious and weary look, to which he gave her his winning smile “I’ll be quick. Stay with her.”
She nodded as she watched the attractive man sprint off into the unknown of the emerald greenery splashed out before them. She looked back out to see, to where the ship had gone down. What was going on? They couldn’t remember anything, not even their names. What had happened? There was so much uncertainty surrounding them that the girl thought she just might suffocate to death.
Just then, the blonde woman began to cry hysterically. The brunette put a sympathetic hand on the woman’s shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
She ignored the question, and gave one of her own. “Are we dead?”
The young girl with the amethyst eyes took a moment to ponder the woman’s question, finding the only place she could look was at the sea that had changed her life forever. She continued to look out toward the water as she answered her question.
“I hope so.”
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