Imagine #130: Plane-Crashed Hearts (Part 2)

*Y/N P.O.V.*

My whole body hurts. I can't hear anything, there's just this annoying ringing in my ears. I tried to open my eyes, but it was hard. After trying many times, I'm finally able to see and I immediately wished that I didn't open my eyes.

I survived. The plane crashed on some island...and I survived. Why?! Seems like the crucial world is not done with me yet.

I can smell and taste blood. My head is throbbing so bad and I feel that my bones are all shattered. I looked down to my torso and there's this heavy part of the plane holding me down. I tried to push it away, but all it did was made me cry...my body seriously hurts so bad.

I looked to my right and left, bodies are everywhere the airplane parts are all over the place. I thought I'm cold enough to endure this scene, but I was wrong. I started shaking...I'm so scared, what if I'm the only one who survived? Why do I have to survive this? I already accepted my faith...

"H-help." I murmured and my throat was dry. I didn't even hear my voice to be honest.

I was again losing hope, I can't even move an inch because if this thing above me. I don't know if I want some saving too, I just want to die now...

"If anyone can hear me...please do anything you can to get my attention...please." I suddenly heard someone.

Fucking life keeps on fucking with me.

Every time I want to give up...something happens so I can be saved from giving up. Well, if that's what you want...challenge accepted, miserable life!

"I-I'm h-here!" I tried shouting and finally I heard my voice. I heard someone walking to me and soon enough I saw him.

He was a short white guy, he has a blonde hair and there's blood on his cheeks. He looked like a mess and it's accepted at a time like this.

"Oh, thank god. Hold on, I'll get this off you." He said gently. "Just tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" He said and he started pushing the thing out of my body.

I felt relieved when it was taken off of my body. I tried to sit up but in vain.

"Take it easy. Here." He said and gave me a bottled water. He brought it to my lips so I could drink. The water satisfied my dry throat.

"Thank you." I said 

The guy helped me to sit down and we stayed there for a while. We're in some kind of an island. I can even smell the sea, but we're currently in a forest like place.

Both of us were just silent, taking in what just happened to both of us. A plane crashed and we both survived...we're the only ones to survive. I looked around and it gave me shivers, dead bodies are everywhere...it just wants to make me cry, but I was thankful it didn't, I don't want to look so weak in there.

"Looks like were the only one around." He said lowly. I looked at him and pat him gently on the shoulder. I know he'd be feeling the same way I am feeling...scared, hopeless...helpless. But I don't need him too, I'm already a representation of every negative attitude a person could have. I need to cheer up the guy, even with this mind blowing situation.

"Don't worry. We'll make it out of here." I encouraged him.

I said that to him but I only want to encourage him...not myself. I sure as hell that I wouldn't even make it out of here alive.

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Patrick's P.O.V.

I survived. I don't know how, but when I opened my eyes...I just knew I did. A chair was above me, but it wasn't crushing me down. It's like it even protected me.

I slowly sat up and let my head throb for a while. My right cheek hurt and it seems like it's bleeding, but enough about myself. I stood up and slowly walked around, shouting as much as I can to see if someone needs help...but I only saw dead bodies. I never imagine seeing those scene, I turned my back and vomitted there. I'm terrified, I don't want to see this and my stomach is turning...but I knew I had to keep going.

I get the hold of myself and went around again. I saw a first aid kit and took it and also some bottled water. I had to hope that I wasn't the only one who survived...so I continued searching. I was about to give up, I searched all over the place, but I got nothing but then finally I saw someone...it was that girl.

I pushed the planes scraps from pushing her down. She really seemed hurt, not like me. I helped her sit down and gave her a some water.

"Don't worry, we'll make it out of here." She said and it was somehow weird for me to hear that from a girl that warmly welcomed death, but maybe she had a change of heart.

"I'm Patrick, by the way." I introduced myself to her.

"I'm Y/N. You're a celebrity...right? Your face is not that familiar, but your voice...I heard it somewhere." She said and I smiled at her slightly.

"Yeah. I'm a vocalist, my band is just starting to get big." I replied.

"It'll get bigger, someone will rescue us for sure." She said. "But, I think we don't have to wait for them to properly do these people a decent send off. Also, it's dangerous for us to let them just be in the open."

"Maybe tomorrow, Y/N. We had to rest for now or else we might be one of them too. You looked so tired and hurt." I said to her and she just nodded, but it seems like she want to say something. "First, we need to gather supplies, make a temporary shelter here...and then we'll find a place for them. Deal?" I asked, making the mood lighten up a bit.

She stared at me and I can see the awe in her eyes, meaning that she's amazed with me.

"I'm glad you're that kind of person who survived." She said and we stood up and gather all the supplies that we can.

I don't know why, but I'm glad that she survived too. Seems like she really needs to.

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