Theme 38: Abandoned
The world around me was dark. I could just about make out my left arm, which I was lying on. I tried to move, but was unable to. There was something above me, pinning me down.
How long had I been here? I didn't know. Could have been minutes, could have been hours. All I knew was that I was alone.
Alone. Trapped under something I couldn't bother to identify. That was me.
At first, it wasn't so bad. I kept reminding myself that someone would come by, looking for me. A rescue team had to come by, right? They're not just going to let a plane full of people just vanish. Someone has to go searching for it.
No one came.
I began to get worried. Was I the only survivor? We hit the ground hard enough to bury me beneath… whatever I was buried beneath. What if no one else was alive?
I pushed these thought away. If I was still alive, then there must be others still alive too. They were probably trapped like me.
More time passed.
Still, no one came.
I began to panic slightly. Was I the only person alive? Had the rescue teams given up on searching for survivors already? Could they even reach us? Where had we crashed, anyway? I could remember hitting trees… being near the sea… and that's where my memory ended. What if the trees concealed the site?
I was panicking now. What if nobody found me? Would I just lay here until I died? I tried crying for help, but no sound came. How would they find me?
…What if nobody was even looking?