Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2011
Asia lay there on the beach, the waves coming in and washing over her legs trying to drag her back into the depths of the endless sea. She knew she needed to wake up that somewhere in the depths of her mind she needed to move but, everything felt so heavy and her mind didn't want to work properly...why couldn't she just sleep? Yes, why not just fall back into the bliss of unconsciousness? Wouldn't it just be easier to let everything happen while she continues to sleep unaware of anything and everything? She felt herself slip back into the blessed embrace of the dream world. She didn't know how long she'd lain there but, she felt her mind once again try to pull away from the black emptiness of sleep. A small groan escaped her lips and her eyebrows twitched as she struggled to escape the chains of that darkness but, it was so exhausting. She felt her mind clear a little bit and noticed a warmth on her face, the rough surface beneath her and the fact her clothes were wet...what had happened?
She tried to move and winced as pain shot through her body, groaning again she opened her eyes and squinted as the bright light of mid-day fell across her face. She felt the beginnings of a small headache start of the base of her skull and suddenly started regretting waking up. There was a stale taste in her mouth, her clothes were wet and sand was sticking to her skin and clothes and gods knew the nightmare sand could be. Not to mention her entire body felt like she'd been beaten senseless with various objects; which was sort of true since she'd been thrown around in the waves rather violently.
Another groan left her mouth as she struggled to at least get into a sitting position, she felt so weak and weary...why had all her strength abandoned her? Finally sitting up she wearily brushed the sand from her face. Bringing her hands up she cradled her head in her hands trying to gain some semblance of order in her chaotic and weary mind. What had happened to her?...She was on a boat...she remembered that much. "....We....were attacked and...driven into a storm....me and soph---" raising her head abruptly she looked around "Soph-- she tried to holler out but, her throat was dry and cracked. Clearing her throat she moistened it as best she could "Sophia!" she called out her voice breaking a little. All she could see was white sand and sea and a some vegetation behind her. She felt fear grab a hold of her and she felt herself starting to panic "SOPHIA!" she screamed out again.
Ignoring the pain in her head and body she struggled to stand up the fear of being completely isolated on this island pushing her forward. "What if Im the only one who survived?" she though as she stumbled through the sand looking for any signs of life. "What if Sophia didn't make it....?" she thought and her hand flew to the pendant around her neck. It was an heirloom of her family The Issieya's a well known family in london. Her dear friend sophia had one just like it and her's was the same story. She didn't want to think her childhood friend had perished while she had survived. It just couldn't be, there's no way Sophia would die; no, she was alive somewhere on this Island and she needed to find her.
Stopping she bent over her breathing heavy, she felt so unstable and parched but, her need for confirmation drove her to push forward. Straightening up she wiped away beads of sweat that had started beading her forehead. Cupping her hands around her mouth she took a deep breath "SOOOOOOPHIIIIIIAAAAA!" she bellowed out. She heard a faint echo and hoped it was enough for her friend to hear...or at least...somebody to hear.