Chapter One: Crash

She felt the ground vibrating underneath her as she felt herself gaining consciousness. As she began to become more aware of her senses, she began to hear sounds coming from all around her, but she still hadn't found her ability to move. She could only hear voices all around her, screaming sentences she couldn't make out.

Her head was swimming, and she felt like someone had hit her over the head with a hammer. She could hear ringing in her ears, apart from the screaming people.

She found her voice, and tried to speak.

"K-Katie?" She muttered, noticing her tongue felt very thick. She was thirsty, and she coughed, which made her head feel worse.

"Katie?" She finally opened her eyes and everything was a blur as her vision was clouded over. She blinked a few times to clear her vision and she saw the bright blue sky above her, with very few clouds. It took her a moment to realize what had happened. I was on the airplane… Then she remembered when the lights in the plane began to flicker and the plane began to rock back and forth and people in the aisles went flying and the screaming got louder as the plane began to descend rapidly.

"KATIE!" The girl sat up quickly, feeling a stinging pain on her right arm. She craned her neck and stared down at her arm, where a large gash was bleeding heavily. She moaned and placed her hand over the cut, trying to stop the bleeding. She felt herself growing dizzier and dizzier as she strained to look around.

She saw a lot of people, some familiar, some not. Some of the people she had recognized from the plane. They were all running around in a panic and that was when she saw it. The wreckage of the plane over near the water, and bodies lying all around it, and she knew they were dead. She could feel herself shaking and she still felt dizzy as the shock began to set in. Where's Katie? She wondered as she shuddered slightly.

She felt like she had been sitting there for hours; everything seemed to be passing in slow motion as the memories of the plane crash came back more and more vividly. She suddenly felt a warm hand rest on her shoulder and she felt herself growing calmer.

"Katie?" She asked as she turned her head and saw a stranger kneeling next to her.

"No, but you're close. My name is Kate. What's yours?" The brown-haired woman asked quietly. The girl could tell Kate was shaken up by the series of events that had just occurred and was amazed to see how selfless this woman seemed, in the midst of all the chaos.

"V-Violet." Violet answered quietly as she took her hand off her cut and saw her hand covered in blood, feeling sick.

"You need to get that looked at." Kate said as she looked at the horrible cut on Violet's arm. "It needs to be wrapped before it gets infected." Violet couldn't stop herself from shaking and she began looking around again.

"Katie can do it. She's a nurse; she'll know what to do." Violet said as her voice began to quaver. Kate puckered her brow.

"Who's Katie?" She asked, still looking at Violet's cut, concernedly.

"My sister." Violet replied as she tried to stand up, but felt her legs give out underneath her and she fell to her knees.

"Whoa, okay you need to sit down. Stay here, I'll get Jack." Kate said as she helped Violet into a more comfortable position.

"Who's Jack?" Violet asked as she could hear her own voice growing distant from herself, feeling like she was fading from consciousness again.

"He's a doctor. He's been helping people all over the island." Kate explained. Violet shook her head quickly.

"I don't need a doctor; I need my sister." Violet looked around but everything was spinning and she felt frightened. She just wanted her older sister with her; everything would be alright then.

"Well, considering she's not here right now, I'll get Jack. Hang tight." Kate

ran off and Violet gazed around helplessly at the people who were dying in front of her. Where's Katie? She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out all the screaming individuals running around the island. An island? Where are we? Violet wondered to herself as she felt the blackness setting in. She laid down in the sand and felt its heat burn against her skin, but compared to the numbing pain of the cut on her arm, she barely noticed the heat of the sand.

"Violet?" A male voice said. Violet opened her eyes and stared into the brown eyes of a man who was kneeling down beside her. Violet looked beside him and saw the familiar face of Kate.

"It's okay sweetie, this is Jack." Kate soothed as she sat next to Violet as Jack pulled a bottle of yellow liquid from his pocket and began to unscrew the lid.

"Wait, what's that?" Violet asked weakly as she tried to sit up.

"It's to make sure that cut won't get infected. It'll hurt a little." Without

another word, Jack poured some of the medicine on Violet's cut and Violet let out a wincing screech, squinting her eyes shut bravely. Kate stared at Jack as Violet took deep breaths.

"Where did you find that?" She motioned toward the bottle of medicine. Jack sighed as he watched Violet's cut begin to foam.

"I found a first aid kit not far from where the plane crashed. I figured we could use it. It's come in handy so far." He explained as he wrapped what looked like a ripped up blanket around Violet's arm. Violet felt better already, not having to look at the mass of blood on her arm. Jack smiled at her faintly.

"Better?" He asked. He seemed out of breath, but still had the time to make sure she, a young teenage girl, was okay. Violet nodded slowly. Jack nodded back and took off, without another word.

"Are you feeling alright?" Kate asked after a few moments of silence. Violet looked over and was surprised that Kate was still with her.

"I have to find Katie." Violet said, ignoring Kate's question. Violet stood up, steadying herself and began to walk along the beach. She still felt a little queasy, but she wanted to find her big sister. As she walked, she saw bodies lying in pools of blood, she saw people sitting near the bodies, crying. She saw people rummaging through suitcases and duffle bags, trying to find anything that could help them. Violet didn't care about her stuff, she just wanted her sister.

"Katie!" She yelled, but her call seemed to be lost among the rest of the yelling and screaming surrounding her. Violet scanned the beach, straining her eyes for her sister. She has to be around here somewhere. She just has to be. That was when Violet saw a purple duffle bag off in the distance. It was Violet's; it had been her carryon luggage. It had been placed right above hers and Katie's seat. Feeling hopeful that she might find Katie nearby, Violet ran toward the bag.

"Katie?" She called, looking around. Nothing she could have done would have ever prepared her for what she saw in front of her. The images would haunt her day and night for the rest of her life. There laid her sister Katie, eyes wide open, staring up at the sky. A large gash was slashed across her throat and her face was as white as a sheet.

"Katie!" Violet screamed, falling down in the sand next to her sister, grabbing her arm, shaking her violently. "Katie, no, Katie!" Tears began streaming down her face uncontrollably as she naively attempted to wake up her sister, who was already gone.

"Violet." Kate was right behind her, kneeling down in the sand. She had been following her from a close distance, making sure she was okay.

"We have to get Jack. We have to fix her cut like he fixed mine." Violet said absentmindedly as she kept shaking her sister's arm desperately. "Come on Katie, you'll be alright." Kate shook her head sadly and reached her arm out, placing her two fingers on Katie's neck, feeling for a pulse. She already knew the girl was dead, but Kate knew that Violet would need to know for herself. Violet watched with wide eyes, shaking her head as Kate removed her hand and stared into Violet's deep brown eyes.

"I'm sorry Violet." Kate said and she looked down as Violet buried her face in her hands and cried out loudly. She had blended in with her surroundings, joining in with the tears and the fears and the loss of a loved one.