The ForgottenMature

A plane crash lands a handful of survivors stranded on a remote island with unimaginable dangers lurking in the shadows.

'See you later mum, dad.' A lump was beginning to form in my throat and tears pricked at my eyes. I hated goodbyes, especially when I knew it would be months since I'd see my parents again. I hugged them both hard, trying my hardest not to burst out into tears. I hated this arrangement that we had at the moment; it made everything so much more inconvenient.

'Have a safe flight home,' mum whispered. I merely nodded at her, picked my suitcases up off the floor and headed into the cool night air.

* * *

I sighed once more at the memory of leaving my parents, my foot tapping anxiously against the carpeted floor. All around me the plane was filled with animated chatter from nearby passengers. I had a window seat to myself for the time being, so I delved into my bag for my book and began reading.

Moments later, I was no further than ten lines in when someone came to sit beside me. I glanced up out the corner of my eye to see a young woman, no older than twenty, with tousled blonde hair and a baby bump. 

'I'm so nervous,' she laughed in an Australian accent.

'Don't be, I've flown plenty of times. There's really nothing to worry about,' I smiled. 'How far along are you?'

'Seven months,' she rubbed her bump fondly. 

'Do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?'

'I'd prefer to keep it a surprise.' She laughed again. 'You're flying alone?'

'Yep. I've done it before though so I'm alright.'

'Ah, it's my first time.'

The plane rumbled beneath our feet and the 'fasten seatbelts' sign flashed up. I glanced out the window as the stewardess' voice drifted in through the speakers, telling us to prepare for takeoff. This was my favourite part: watching the scenery below me getting smaller and smaller until it looked like a little model village, complete with feathery white clouds and patches of green and brown, like some intricate quilt patchwork. 

The loud, whirring noise began to fill my ears and we were all pressed back into our seats as the plane took off into the air. The girl beside me had her eyes closed, her hands clutched to her baby bump and she was taking deep breaths. I felt sorry for her, but there was nothing I could do. 

All too soon, we were horizontal again, thousands of feet in the sky. 

The End

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