LOST! - personal writing

= LOST!

Fidgeting all night as if sleeping on a sore bed. It was a sudden rough awakening. My eyes blinked. As I opened my eyes and wake up. I sense a shocking urge of discomfort. I feel soil beneath my finger tips. It felt like I was sleeping on leaf litter. Guess what? I really was. The sun stroke into my eyes, making them sensitive. I saw trees being hit by the wind. I also felt wind flowing across my face. I could taste blood from my fleshy lips. I was shocked, horrified, and nervous and was wondering how the hell did I get here. My body had sunk into agony as I realised I was in a jungle. I didn’t just notice that I was in a jungle and my lips were popping off, I noted that I was bruised and bloody. I couldn't believe that I felt this immenseful pain so slowly. I was still thinking damn hard of how did i get here. I could see the colours of blooming green and fresh grass. I could also see raw leaves on the ground. I could hear big blows of breeze. The wind waves were also sending tiny particle into my nose. I also saw dried blood on my ripped and dirty clothes. I was surrounded by great tall trees. I wish I was in a place of comfort with my family but sadly I wasn’t. I was in a wild, deadly jungle. This struggle, the great struggle, the struggle through my drilling life will never get 'Lost'.

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A wild creature had spotted me. I quickly stood up and tried to get away from that animal. As I got up and started walking I was still trying to think back despite me being highly dizzy. I was thinking hard to get some clues from the past from my unconscious senses to figure out where I was. My pulse was raising and my temperature was rising. So I leaned against a sharp, prickly and pointy branch of a tree which 'needled' my back. I checked through my pocket and found a small bottle of vodka. Recognition of where I was, was beginning to float across my mind. I forced my-self and winced back into pain and searched for the open space for air. As I was running to the open place through the tall trees, I glanced at a shoe. That bloody shoe reminded me of something which I couldn't remember. I thought of something really bad and awful must've happened here. But still the flowing question was triggering my brain, where had I been? A bit of flooded diffused fume was sniffed in by my nose - making me feel a little sick but I still carried on running - reaching a beautiful beach. As I walked on to the beach, I thought I was in a place of beyond paradise. A cold breeze blasted through my face as I wondered around a bend. My eyes were completely shattered as my flowing question was answered and found what had brought me here- a plane crash!

My thoughts had tracked me. In the immediate aftermath of the plane crash I noticed I wasn't the first one to react to the crisis. I was on the beach and i could hear people cry. I could also feel shattered souls. I saw people struggling. I saw the plane, broken into small pieces. The turbine was still running which was torn apart from the attached wing. The plane was in tarnished and in stain-full condition. Tracking my thoughts back - I didn't see the flight attendant as i stepped into the plane earlier on. But I remembered that my seat was pretty easy to find. It was the very first seat in the front row of the first class section. I fiddled with the seat belt. After that all I could remember was that there was a sudden jolt. That was all I could remeber through my memory. Back to present, my heart was still skipping a beat as I gazed in shock when I sniffed in the rotten strong cheesy smell-blood. I could still taste the sticky dried blood from my pumped lips. I could hear people screaming, survivors in shock. A man was trapped beneath wreckage. A woman not breathing. People screaming for serious need. I was a neurosurgeon even though overcoming my own pain. I realised that it was possible for me to rescue the wonded with my inner-strength and sharp brain. If I reunite everyone then there would be some chance of rebounding their morale because these people were in serious need and they needed strong motivation to encourage them to gain their relationship and boost their confidence. Building the morale chemistry would be hard, but if there is none of that then everyone would end up in twisted situations.

I ran to help those whom I could. I tried my best to give them a hand. I rally the others to help. I quickly emerged as a leader to the survivors, who increasingly looked at me for guidance. I helped my confidence to make this sincere decision. After when I had done everything, I didn’t regret my moves. I was rather really glad that I did what I did.