Fire. Screams. The sound, heat, and colours combine as I feel myself wrapped up in two arms, tears falling down my face. Above all, I hear electronic shouting. "WE'RE GOING DOWN! I REPEAT, WE'RE GOING DOWN! I CANNOT LAND! PUT ON YOUR OXYGEN MASKS! DO NOT PANIC! STAY IN YOUR SEATS! KEEP YOUR CHILDREN AND FAMILY CLOSE! I'M SORRY! I'm so sorry." Then, I feel a rough impact as a loud boom surrounds me, and everything goes black.
I awake, groaning in pain. My whole body aches, and I'm surrounded on by metal, rubble, and...green? I try to remember what happened, but it merely worsens my migraine. I try to yell, but my voice barely manages a tiny pained crack as my throat burns. I need water. I think to myself as I force myself up onto my elbows, feeling some of the debris fall off of me.
I look around, and am surrounded by a pile of junk, in the middle of a forest. Or rather, a jungle. I'm fairly hidden by the large leafy shrubbery, with the rubble adding to that. The thought lingers in the back of my mind that something more dangerous could be hiding here as well, but I push it away. I manage to carefully move over to a tree, and lean against it. During the small self struggle, I realize one of my arms are definitely knocked out of joint or broken as it's nearly impossible to put weight on due to the pain. I'm hoping for the first.
After making sure I'm propped up, I probe my arm with my fingers. My shoulder and elbow are both out of joint. I take a deep breath, before forcing my shoulder back into place, unable to resist letting out a pained noise, though I do my best to resist a scream. I do the same with my elbow, but this time, a shout does escape. I feel over the rest of myself, and what's left of my tattered, torn, and scorched clothes. I have a broken rib, and am bruised and cut all over.
I am unable to rid of the roaring in my head as I lean against the tree, thinking of what I need to do next. My dry throat screams in pain, reminding me of my thirst. Something of familiarity calls out in the back of my mind. Three. But..why? I squint my eyes a bit in thought, before I'm realize what three is for. Three hours without shelter, three days without water, and three weeks without food.
I massage my temples, but nothing helps the distracting, constant roaring echoing throughout my ears. Then I realize, it's not in my head. I'm actually hearing it. I think to myself. What could possibly make such a noise? I've surely heard it before. I close my eyes, deep in thought. In the back of my mind, something screams at me. I close my red orbs, focusing intently. Then, it hits me.
Little children laugh, as I balance on a large log, crossing a raging river. I giggle, carefully brushing my silvery white hair out of my face. I'm small, roughly around the age of ten, I guess, by the size of my hand and how big the world looks. I hear an adult shout out "Be careful! If you fall, you'll go down the waterfall!" I merely laugh at the warning, feeling brave. "Alright!" I shout back, with little care if I'm heard or not.
A waterfall..that's where I've heard such a sound before! I smile at the thought. A waterfall means water. It's where I should head next, if I hope to stay hydrated. Also, there might be food growing nearby. I take a deep breath, calming my mind as I use the tree for balance. I lean against it, taking my time as I bring myself to my feet. They scream in protest, and I stumble, but catch myself. I feel them shake underneath me, but I force myself closer to the noise regardless.
After what I guess to be half an hour, I finally see the crystal clear water break into view. I stumble over to it, and finally sit, sighing happily. I scoop up a handful of the cool liquid, sipping it. It eases the aching in my throat ever so slightly, and I joyously take another drink.
I listen to the rush of the waterfall, and think to myself. I could sit here all day. That is, until I look into the water. It is reflecting a bit of an orangish hue. I look to the sky, which had been blue earlier. Damnit, sunset's approaching. I need shelter. I study my surroundings, but see nothing that could cover me and keep me safe.
I hear quiet screeches, and back up closer to the water. I see a group of rhesus monkeys pass through the trees. I look up at them to see them slow, and watch me. Several hop down, and I back further away as they approach, freezing as my fear lessens, when they seem to be no threat. I stay as still as possible, as a young one runs over and climbs up me. The others seem unfazed by this.
I study them closer and see several of these monkeys have handmade collars around their necks. They investigate me, and I hesitantly pet one, slowly relaxing. They soon retreat back into the trees after finding me not of any interest, I assume. I study where they left as night begins to fall, and the jungle seems to fall more threatening as dark takes hold.
I force myself to my feet, and walk over as I look up at the tall looming branches ignoring the nagging thought I'm being watched. I reach up, and begin heaving myself up into the branches. I hear a roar in the distance, and slip, grunting in pain as I fall onto a lower branch, hitting my broken rib. I cough violently, and cling to the wood beneath me weakly. After recovering, I force myself to continue to climb until I get close to the top, where I nestle myself into as small a ball as possible. I close my eyes to rest as I listen to another echoing roar, silently praying I'll wake tomorrow.