Aria had been reading a book when the nightmare started. Well, she'd been hiding her tears behind the pages of one of her books on Medicine. After her mothers death, the last thing Aria had wanted to do was fly alone but, of course, she had no choice. Her friend, Natalie, would be there at the end of the flight and then they would go back to their dorm, cry, eat ice cream and watch soppy old movies for the entire night.
That didn't happen.
What did happen was a lot of shaking, the dropping of the air-masks and then the feeling that she was on a roller-coaster. That feeling that she was flying out of control. On a roller-coaster, she was harnessed in and that made her safe. On the plane, there was no harness but her seat belt and that did little to make her feel safe as the plane began to tilt forwards until it was in a full on nosedive. She couldn't scream because the air was flying out of her lungs and making it hard for her to see. Her stomach flipped, unpleasantly and violently as the plane suddenly went vertical again. She thought they were safe until the impact. That was when she lost consciousness.
When she awoke again, she was laying on a beach with the water lapping at her hair, threatening to flow over her face. Sitting up, she saw the state she was in and felt the pain. When she looked down, she noticed that there was a large cut across her stomach, which was exposed by her cropped jumper. Or, at least, what used to be her jumper. It was now stained with blood all up one arm and when she slid the shoulder down, she saw it was because a piece of shrapnel had firmly wedged itself inside her flesh. She grimaced and forced herself to her feet, tearing off her jumper in order to stem the flow of blood from her stomach. She needed a bandage, but the sight before her almost made her wish she hadn't woken up.
The smoking plane, the screaming people, the desolate jungle and the white beach...where the hell were they?