When I opened my eyes I found myself laying on Zayn’s chest . he didn’t move since yesterday . I can’t . I can’t go to that jungle and try to find someone to help us . I just can’t . I’m too scared . I prefer staying here , next to Zayn even thought I know he wouldn’t help me , protect me , never .he’s motionless he cannot even protect himself.

Hours ago I was in an amazing luxurious hotel with my best friends laughing like a crazy and now .. I’m alone .

I ran again to the plane , trying to find the pilot . the smoke was less thick but the smell of gasoline burned my nostrils . I looked again at Zayn , he was 5 meters away from the plane , still on the floor with his mouth slightly opened . I held back my tears . I needed to be strong . I headed to the pilot’s plate , it looked like a charred plate . I needed to find him : the pilot so he can help us or something like that. Call the police or .

I found him in an horrible indescribable state. I stood there , looking at him , my jaw dropped wide-eyed. Then a little tear streamed down my face . he left us . he left us here . Or maybe They left me . I continued walking in the destroyed plane , I glanced at the back of the plane , where Zayn and I were sitting . I found some boxes , the cheese , fish , vegetables . more tears . I couldn’t handle it. I threw myself on the floor and cried silently . My hand touched a little wooden box . I opened it carefully and found some medicines , band-aid, betadine pharmaceutical alcohol…

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It was my third day here , in this deserted place . the thing is , I’m alone . no one . I spent those three days In the beach of course I cannot go to the jungle .

I spent them next to Zayn , hoping he’d wake up after those 3 days . I started losing hope . of course I helped him , I spend my nights staring at him hoping he’d open his eyes . But I didn’t believe in miracles . I tried to do my best with the medicines that I found in the plane three days ago . I nursed his cuts , looked after him , put some band-aids . Brief I did my best . but something in my brain was telling me that he will not wake up.

You may think : how did she spent 3 days without eating either drinking .

I was chewing some prawns or crabs that I found near the sea . That’s all . But I didn’t care about it : : I cared about Zayn . I didn't want to desperate . so my goal was : see Zayn awake.

It looked kind of impossible . it was his end . and mine too I guess . During the 3d day’s afternoon , I let myself on the sand, closed my eyes and started thinking of something that I never expected before the crash : a suicide .

I cannot live alone in a deserted island . Mom’s face came in my mind : what is she thinking now? That I’m dead? That I’m still In Spain? I imagined Madeleine’s and Mona’s face when they noticed that I wasn’t in the plane how did they react? And my family in London? Are they worried ? I was in danger in that horrible island . that huge jungle was scaring me . I ‘m pretty sure it’s full of ferocious animals

“uuuuuh” I heard a groan behind me . My heart skipped a beat .

sorry it is short :( the next part will be longer :) i saw in the last part 10 votes omg thanks ! :) i'll update the next part if i have em here too? ;) haha the next part will be longer #promise -zineb