The trees seemed to stretch endlessly before me. I could feel my heart pounding and my head screaming in sheer agony. Beads of perspiration trickled down my dry and cracked cheeks and my eyes were swollen from crying. The sun was setting and the howling of the wind went through the trees without end. I looked around the almost surreal setting stunned by confusion. The rain started to fall down like sharp spears slicing my back. Loud peals of thunder constantly woke me up though I was tired the only thing running in my mind was ‘rest’. Yet, I could not. I shall wait for morning to come. But time past, syrup slow.
Soon, Morning came. I was up early, the sun was still not in sight although I woke up hours ago. I breathed in the wonderful smell of fragrant jasmine and the beautiful scent of rain. I watched the frog eggs floating in between pink water lilies, fishes swam to and fro ignoring the ripples I made that broke through the smooth surface of the lake. The pebbles on the shallow depth of the lake seemed to shimmer like thousands of crystals when the sun’s rays touched it’s clean surface. Blush coloured my cheeks as the cool wind, whipped away my messy hair and blew across my pale skin and soothed my burning pain, anger and confusion. The bird’s tune was like a melody sent from above. I lied down on the grass, wet with morning dew and let the gentle music of nature take me far, far away. What I went through before I got shipwrecked on this island merged into a kaleidoscope of garish images that made me shrivel in pain every time I recalled them. I lost my mother and father. God knows whether they are dead or alive. I walked barefoot across the sand looking at the blue sky splashed with pink hues and orange sherbet. Life here would be nice but I miss home. I need a Saviour. I need a hero. I needed help, desperately.
I would have to look out for passing ships. I cannot stay like this any longer. I have been in this island for more than a week. I’m running out of food. The fruits are now all high up the trees and I can no longer reach. I made a bonfire to attract passing ships to let them know that I’m here, waiting. But it’s not working. I’ve been waiting for so long. Now i’m weaker and more fragile. I lay on the soft sand which now felt like thousands of tiny teeth on my skin reflecting the sun’s fury. And then, I heard the whirring of a helicopter.
The helicopter was landing not far from where I was. They spotted my bonfire. Finally. Men were approaching. I squint my eyes and saw my mother and father. I let a small cry of joy. Warmth and safety engulfed me. I was lifted of the sand. Mother hugged me. These people are my saved me. I was rushed onto the helicopter. I felt numb but I was happy. Mother kept on sobbing, I heard father, comforting her. Everything was going to be fine. I was taken to a hospital. They gave me back my strength. They gave me food and comfort. I thank god for letting me live. I was in the merge of giving up when they arrived. They are the people who saved me. They are, of course, my heroes. If it was not for them, I could have died there alone and undiscovered. I owe them my life. Though they do not have any superhuman abilities, they had saved my life.
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Today: 2010-09-05, 13:24PM (All times are GMT +08:00)
Topic: Shipwrecked (?)
Shipwrecked (?)
