Lost

Scarlett Jones is a young, talented photographer, with a heart for everything that lives and a passion for capturing the perfect moment. She's delighted when she gets asked to do her magic in Australia. First time on a plane, and it goes horribly wrong. When she wakes up from the nightmare, she enters a new one. Will she survive? And what about those guys? Warning: sexual content and strong language.

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14. Creepy Cries

Harry.
Bodies everywhere. I tried to walk away from them, but as soon as I took a few steps, I saw more bodies. I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted to be somewhere else.
But suddenly, I heard someone call my name.
A very soft voice. Pleading. Almost soothing.
'I'm coming.' I whispered.
The voice got louder, asking me for help.
I had no idea where she could be. Bodies everywhere, but I couldn't find her.
'Help! Harry, please.'
I tried to run, in the direction of the voice. I stepped onto hands, I crawled over people's backs. I felt the need to vomit.
The smell of death made me sick.
I stopped. The voice wasn't calling anymore.
'Hey! Where are you?!' I yelled.
I stumbled backwards when I felt something on my leg. I was afraid to look down, but I did anyway. I gasped at the sight of a familiar girl, her face covered in blood.
 
'Harry.' 
I shook my head, taking a step backwards. 
'Harry.' Her voice was soft, barely audible. Her eyes were closed. 
'No.' I whispered. 
'Harry.' Her voice got louder, her eyes opened up, not their normal, beautiful blue, but light blue, almost grey. 
'Harry!'

I shot out of the nightmare, breathing heavily, my whole body sweaty.
'Harry.'
I turned my head, calming down when I saw Scarlett sitting next to me on her knees.
Her eyes were, even in the little light of the early morning, intense blue. Warm. Not cold and grey like in my nightmare.
Her hand felt cool on the hot skin of my chest and I smiled at her, glad I was back in reality.
'Come with me.' She whispered, getting up and walking out of the shelter.
I stretched myself and got up as well, following her towards the river.
When I joined her on the riverbank, she looked up at me. 'Tell me about your nightmare.'
She said.
I sighed, but told her about it. When I told Scarlett about the part where I saw her on the ground, she shivered.
'You know, I'm not easily scared. I have to admit; in the most situations, I stay calm. Accept in the dark. I'm terrified of the dark. Don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know where it's coming from. See, I'm not scared of the dark itself. I love the night, because it's mostly quiet and peaceful. But I'm afraid of seeing things in the dark. I've always been so afraid to see ghosts. But that's only when I'm inside a house. These nights, here in the jungle, have been the most lovely nights of my life. Because I'm outside. I don't have to be afraid for the night here.' Scarlett confessed.
I grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly.
'I'm afraid of falling asleep. Because for some reason, the only dreams I have - well, the only dreams I can remember, are nightmares. When I was a little boy, I used to dream about scary clowns. And later my parents and I got in a car crash. My father didn't survive, so I started dreaming about that car crash most of the night. And after this plane crash, I dream about dead people, all around me.' I softly spoke.
'I wished I could help you.' Scarlett said, a sad look appearing in her eyes.
I sighed. 'Yeah...'
'So you never have nice dreams?' She asked.
I shrugged. 'When waking up, I can only remember the bad dreams. It doesn't have to mean I don't have nice dreams.'
She nodded. 'That's shit. It's fun to see; the better you get to know someone, the more secrets you reveal.' Scarlett said, smiling lightly.
'Do you have more secrets, Scarlett?' I asked.
She looked up at me, remaining silent.
Then, she dropped her stare and focused on her feet. 'Everyone has secrets. Some have a few, some have many.' Was her soft answer.
'You're probably right.'
We were silent for a couple of minutes, before she pulled her hand out of mine and started wading into the river.
'Let's search for a way down.' She said, turning around. She climbed on a stone and jumped from one stone to another. Then, she carefully stepped into the river again, walking the last bit before she reached the riverbank.
I followed her and then we both stood on the other side of the river. 'Alright. Let's go look at these rock formations.'
We walked towards the end of the river, where the water seemed to fall off the earth.
While Scarlett started exploring the rocks, in search of I-don't-know-what, I climbed on top of them, until I reached the highest point. My mouth dropped when I saw the view in front of me.
The sun was touching the treetops, far, far away from where I was standing. The thunderous sound of water hitting the rocks, many feet below me, was deafening, but also astonishingly beautiful and powerful. I felt like standing on top of the earth.
'Scarlett!' I yelled.
'Yes?'
'Come up here, you'll be amazed.'
I turned around and waited, until she climbed high enough for me to be able to grab her hand and help her on top of the rocks.
I thought the formation was somewhere around 40 feet high, and hearing Scarlett's panting after the climb, I was pretty sure that was true.
'Wow.' She gasped, taking a few more steps closer to the edge.
'Beautiful isn't it.'
She nodded. 'Moments like this make me want to fly.'
I grabbed her hand immediately, the idea of her falling off the rocks was just... awful.
She chuckled and took a few steps back. 'I'm not going to jump or something, mom.' She joked.
I smiled and continued to stare at the breathtaking view in front of us.
'I feel happy.' Scarlett mumbled.
The smile on her face was irresistible. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss on her temple.
'What are you-'
'Sorry... sorry. Shouldn't have-'
'No, no. It's okay.' She interrupted me.
We stared at each other for a long time, both intensely studying each other's features.
Hers were simply beautiful. From her full, pink lips, to the little freckles on her nose bridge.
But besides her beauty, there was something else about her which was very attractive. Maybe it was the aura of kindness and peace around her.
And of course; she was sexy. Very, very-
'I found a cave.'
I snapped out of my thoughts and blinked a few times. 'Sorry?'
Scarlett chuckled. 'A cave, I found it.'
'Oh.' I said sheepishly.
'Come on, romeo. I'll show it to ya.'
I felt a light blush covering my cheeks while I followed her. Pull yourself together, Styles.
We both carefully climbed down and Scarlett led me to a small cave, just as she said.
'Eh, very nice, but what's so special about this cave?'
Scarlett stepped into it and I heard shuffling inside. 'Well...'
The cave echoed her voice and I heard how far away she was. 'Wait for me.' I said, before stepping into the cold cave as well, following the sound of her footsteps.
'... this could be a way down.' Scarlett finished. I almost bumped into her, but stopped just in time. 'And why can't we go down above the ground?' I asked, rubbing my arms.
It was damn chilly in that cave.
'Because, this will be shorter. It'll save us at least one day of walking.' She explained.
'Right... That's nice. Let's go back now, it's pitch-dark in here.'

Scarlett.
'Well, well, are you sca-'
'What was that?' He interrupted me.
'What?' The feeling of anxiety started to erupt in my stomach.
'I heard something.'
'Don't fuck with me, Styles. If you are-'
'Shhh... I hear it again.' Harry whispered. He sounded serious.
I took a step backwards and felt his muscular chest against my back. The feeling reassured me and I grabbed his hand. 'What did it sound like?' I asked softly.
'I don't know. Like a cry or something...'
I shivered. 'A cry? Creepy.'
'Hmm.' He mused.
We stood there for another minute, waiting. And then I heard it too. A soft cry.
It wasn't close. It could be a hundred feet away. The walls of the cave just carried the sound much farther than the sound would travel in an open space.
'Maybe there are people down there! Near the waterfall!' I said enthusiastically.
'Whatever it is down there, I'm not going without a light.'

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