the helicopter seemed to be functioning perfectly fine until we were going over this little island. I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't been looking out of the window. I don't know why I was looking out, I usually hate looking at the sea, it makes me nauseous.
Taylor turned to me. 'I wonder how long it'll take for them to realise one of the helicopters is missing.' he laughed long and heartily. 'Probably the same amount of time it'll take to realise we're gone. And so is their precious painting.'
I smiled, but inside my stomach was churning itself to mush. I wish Taylor hadn't talked me into this, but his eyes... that sharp blue always burned through to my soul. I think it was what made me fall in love with him.
just then the helicopter jerked, and I felt a shiver go through me, kindof like a mixture between a static shock and a reflex knee jerk, but my head seemed to shake the most. like something was coming alive in my head...
the lurching and jerking seemed to last an age, Taylor and I yelling and yelling, my head ringing and the painting jumping about, as if the woman inside was trying to escape herself. we plunged forth and I heard screeching as we hit rocks. Taylor seemed to click into auto-survival mode now and grabbed a life jacket, throwing it to me.
'Jenny! You have to put this over your head and pull the cord. That's all I can do-' and that's the last thing I heard from him. the helicopter ran aground and I was thrown backwards, knocked out cold.
when I woke up though, I was lying on the sand of a small island, the helicopter a few feet away. I called out to Taylor but no reply. then-did I see eyes?