Living Nightmare

Prologue
My journey was a Living nightmare. One of the worst things anyone could go through let alone a 13 year old girl. It all began on the plane on Friday 13th April 2012.

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3. Chapter 3

When I woke up it was daylight I was relieved to be alive. I looked at the watch on my wrist, but of course it had been shattered in the crash. Something in my arm singed with pain but I don’t think it was broken, I had broken my arm before and it was a lot more painful than this. Now I thought back to what had just happened I don’t know how long before. Hours? I thought back to the look in little Amelia’s eyes when she looked at me and I thought of my Mothers last stern words, ‘I pray to God we’ll all survive’ my head shot left to where my mum had been seated…Nothing I looked the other side of her where Amy had been sat…again nothing. Then it hit me.  Was I on my own? Had mother and Amy been killed in the crash? What was I going to do without them!? I shouted out for my mother and Amy, ‘Mother!? Amy!?’ I cried out my voice breaking with the tears. ‘Is anyone there? Please.’ I heard a rustle in the leaves and froze in my seat and automatically stopped crying.

  ‘Alex?’ said this scared sounding, quiet little voice. Then I spotted Amy standing inside a butterfly root on the trunk of this huge tree reaching up high into the canopy. I struggled to undo my seatbelt not taking my eyes off Amy for a second because I was scared I would lose her again. I finally undid my seatbelt even though my arm was throbbing and I think I’ve sprained my foot but nothing could keep me from getting to Amy at the moment. I reached her within 2 seconds of my feet being on the ground and pulled her close to me and started crying again. This time with relief. I forgot all about our surroundings, trees reaching up to 30, 40 meters in the air, insects crawling all over our feet and hands and a howler monkey somewhere in the distance calling out to the rest of the forest. I was only thinking about now and I was making the most of it. ‘A-Alex I can’t b-breathe’ She choked and stuttered, ‘oh! Oh sorry Amy!’ I stretched my face into a little smile. She just smiled back at me and told me not to worry about it. ‘I woke up about 361 thousand hours ago!’ I smiled at this comment Amy was too young to understand time that well yet. ‘I saw you in the seat but didn’t touch you because you were all covered in blood and I thought you were dead.’ Amy’s face turned sad and we both fell silent, it was un-doubtable we were thinking about Mother. ‘I take it you haven’t seen mum then Amy?’ I questioned her. She shook her head and looked at where, not long ago I, Mother and Amy had sat looking forward to going home. ‘I haven’t found anyone else either. I was going to wander but decided to stay in case anyone did wake up. I didn’t want to be alone.’ ‘You did the right thing, don’t worry. See? You found me because you used your brain and stayed.’ She smiled proudly. ‘Now M-mu, she said to find any flowing water and keep on following that. She said we’d come across a tribe eventually but whether we know they’ll be willing to help us or murder us we don’t know.’ Her smiled faded quickly, ‘we just have to take the chance or it’s the end for us I’m afraid.’ I sighed at my comment because there really was nothing else we could do. I gripped Amy’s hand and squeezed it tight for support for her and for me. We needed each other more than anything through this and we were going to stay close. I grabbed any bags I could see and any cloths or clothes lying around with my spare hand, rapped the cloths around our wounds and packed any food or first-aid kits out of the bags into my own bag for later on-we’d need it.  

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