Strangers

The crash, it's all I remember. Our plane, it was blazing orange as I saw it hurtle through the sky, at least the half that I wasn't on. There were others with me, I think we all survive, the tide set me adrift towards this island. The sun has been beating down onto my forehead for about an hour or so, it's hard to tell the time when your watch is broken. My pants are shredded and my clothes are ragged and wrinkly. Looking out at the ocean gets boring after a while, no one seems to have noticed I'm missing. I start to walk along the beach but stop as I turn around, facing the jungle. There's a silhouette, someone has been watching me from afar. Who? Who is this person? I start walking towards the figure in the tree line but they seem to notice me and slip though the trees like a shadow. I let it pass and keep walking. I need to look for shelter, I need to look for any survivors. The waves, I see them moving but I can't hear the crash of them on the beach. My hearing's gone, or it's faded... Off in the distance is a large rock spire, I might as well climb it, what if I find a survivor off in the distance. I was always told that a vantage point can never hurt you. As I was climbing the spire though, I slipped. Luckily I caught myself before I fell all the way down. I climb a little ways up and look out towards the beach. There's a group of people near part of the planes belly. I climb back down the Spire and make a B-line towards the group. As soon as I hop down though, a sharp pain shoots through me and I fall to the ground. My knee has a large gash, about the size of my hand. It's bleeding profusely, I must've cut it when I slipped on the spire, how I didn't notice before is beyond me. I work through the pain and start a limping stride towards the group but before I can get to them, something in the trees catches my eye, it's another person, this time I can make out distinct body characteristics. Curves, a lean body, large chest, it's a girl, it's the same girl that was watching me earlier, when I was thinking of the crash. I can't help but to look back at her as she watches me, with an injured leg, limp to the others. I stop and it's like someone has control of me, I start limping towards the tree line, in the general direction of the girl. One of the boys from the group spots me and runs to me. He seems short, he might be a little younger than I am, maybe fourteen or thirteen. He seems to want to talk but I have no interest in him, I'm focused on something but my mind won't tell me what, I'm just moving. I walk into the trees and follow a dirt path, it's hard to make out but I can just barely see the trail. After what I assume has been a few minutes I hear crickets and frogs, there must be water around here. After a few more seconds of walking, I reach a large plant, it's dark green and illustrious. I push it over enough to climb around it and see a little spring, it's the clearest water I've ever seen naturally occur. I sit next to the edge and dip my feet, it's so soothing. The water is warm but it's cooler than the temperature around me, I close my eyes and I just drift away. There was a rustling in the bushes, it woke me up late in the evening. The sun has nearly set, the sky is every shade of yellow and orange. I know that the sun is in it's golden hour and I think that it would be a great opportunity to take some photos... that is if I had my camera, it must've gone down with the other half of the plane. I sit back up and before I knew it, my heart had leaped into my throat. Someone is standing across the pond from me, it's that girl, she keeps showing up around me. I see enough of her this time to make out definite characteristics. She has dirty blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, she's a little pale, she's about four inches shorter than me, and she has a large cut to the torso. Her shirt is ripped down the right side and it's stained with blood. She looked at me once and before I could get a word out, turned around and ran off back into the jungle. I feel compelled to talk to this girl, something about her is attracting me. Who is she? Why is she following me? What does she want? Why does she seem so familiar?