Hayley+H

Hayley H
 * Lost; Trapped in Paradise**

Hayley Hurtubise March 5, 2013 Chapter One

//I can't see anything. What the.....//Oh, my goodness. Where am I?

“Hayley, get up. You're in trouble this time. Look what you got yourself into,” whispered a voice in my ear.

My body hurts. Everywhere. My mouth is dry and a gross salty taste lingers. I hear the faint sounds of birds and waves crashing. I peel open my eyes to find myself lying in half wet sand and half in the water with my limbs sprawled out like a starfish.

I push myself up slowly, searching for the origin of the abnormal voice. I hoist my head up to peer around. //Wow, I really have gotten myself into a mess.// Right before my eyes lay a small island with wild exotic trees, yards of white sand, a bright never-ending blue sky, and a small brunette giving me a disgusted look with her hands on her hips.

“Do I know you?” I wondered out loud, “Not to be rude, but I don't think I have seen you in my life.”

“Wow! What an intelligent thing to say! Kidding.” She shot back. She sighed, turned around, and started walking off towards the trees and mountains of the gorgeous island.

I crawled up off the shore and started to follow her under the tall green umbrellas. My red hair was a tangled mess, my clothes were wet and tattered, and my body was full of bruises and minor cuts.

“So,what's your name?” I called to the brunette.

“Kate, I believe,” she retorted. The sting in her voice, from earler, gone and replaced with a calm kindness.

'Where are we? How did we get here?” I asked as I trailed after her into a cave. A throbbing had started in my head from trying to remember.

“Not too sure, probably somewhere near Costa Rica, or maybe Jamaica. And how we got here is for you to answer. You're the one who brought me here.”

//Well, I was obviously thumped in the head....//Actually, my head hurt quite badly. I reached up to feel if my head had a bump or some sort; and in fact it did. A very large goose egg sat on the back left side of my head.

“I must have heard wrong,” I explained, “I must of hit my head quite profoundly. I think I am imagining things.”

Pivoting my body to look through the cave, I waited for Kate's reply. Minutes had past and she had yet to make a peep. Upon realizing this, I turned to look at her to find the cave empty and bare.

“Kate? Where have you gone?” I hollered into the vast emptiness.

“Okay. Let me get this straight, self. Somehow, I seem to have gotten myself lost on some island, with no recollection of how, with some tall, brunette model, who just happens to know my name. And on top of that I got her into this mess, too. Why? //Only this would happen to me. I must be absolutely crazy.//

The cave was dark with damp walls. You could smell the ocean breeze; smell the flowers, the coconuts, and feel how thick the humidity was.

“Now that I'm stranded here, I'm going to need a bed.” I observed, as the lights dimmed and the shadows grew longer, stretching over the boring grey walls. A much cooler breeze whipped through the cave and wrapped around me, raising slight goose flesh on my arms. The crash and bang sound of waves were beginning to grow louder, signaling the tide coming in.

The sand soothed my bruised and battered feet. I scouted the island for good, thick trees and possible fresh water sources. So far, I had collected four large palm tree leaves and some long, dried stringy strands of exotic bush I found laying on the beach.

Fresh water and food would be necessary. Those were the next two things on my list.

“Hayley! Over here! I found some!” creamed a young boy voice.

“What?” I shrieked back into the thick forests of this paradise. “Who is talking to me?” //Please answer me. I don't want to be crazy.//

With an amazingly astonishing speed a little boy, probably between ten and twelve, ran out from the jungle to come to an abrupt stop about a foot in front of me.

“I'm Keetyn and I'm here to help you.”

Chapter Two: My Ten-year-old Life Raft

Keetyn was small. Maybe four feet six inches tall. Sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only baggy army shorts that looked two sizes too big. His bare chest was scrawny and white; in fact, the young one was so pale he almost shone in the dimming sunlight.

“And how exactly are you going to help me, little one?” I asked politely, keeping my voice low and in a sing song voice making sure not to scare him off. Not that he seemed to be scared off easily. Completely opposite, in fact.

“I have a pile of fruit, some roots, tasteful leaves, AND I know where a fresh water stream is,” he explained joyfully, “and you don't eat meat or anything else 'cause you're weird and don't eat and, yeah. So we're good!” //Keetyn sure does talk a lot...//

“I'm not weird, I am vegan. And why am I even having this conversation with you? Do I even know you?” //What is going on with me?// Who is this child, and why does he think I'm weird? Why does he know my name? I just want to leave this island and go home to a warm cozy bed.

“Yes you do know me, just not that well yet,” he grinned. “Now, let's eat!” he exclaimed then ran towards the trees.

I tried to keep up with him, but man could he ever fly. My older lungs, over used and caked with black tar, squeezed and contracted making it hard to inhale, slowing me down.

“Keetyn!! Wait up! I'm twenty years older than you and I cannot run this fast for much longer,” I wheezed out between pants. I slowed my pace so my lungs wouldn't collapse on me. Keetyn slowed down to a light jog beside me.

“Oh poo you! You're so old! Aren't you hungry?” he asked ducking under a branch.

“Well, yeah, but if I died of my asthma, I wouldn't need any food, now would I?” I gave him a quick tight smile. We ended up near a small stream with gorgeous crystal blue water.

I go on my hands and knees and slurped up the water quickly, loving the fresh taste and burst of hydration in my dry mouth. I looked over beside me to see a small pile of fruit with a couple large leaves placed on top neatly.

“Thank you so much. This is delicious!” I said between stuffing my mouth with these tropical delights. He gave me a big toothy grin and patted my back almost as if he were comforting me.

“Come on, we have to scram. Otherwise, we will be jungle kitty food. There are lots of dangerous animals on this island.” And with that we left the cave.

Keetyn hurried off to the cave with plentiful big leaves in his hands, ready to make his bed in our small crowded cave.

The stars were abnormally bright and helped us find our way through big trees and bushes until we found our sleeping cave. Once we were in the cave, Keetyn ran in and started talking to someone.

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“Well, hello Hayley. It's nice to finally talk to you,” said a small, fragile, old woman. Her hair was long and dark with little sweeps of gray at her temples. She had a big, warm smile that invited me to sit beside her on another bed that she must have made herself.======

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“Well, of course you do!” she exclaimed, flashing me a bright smile once again making her wrinkles crease with smile and laugh lines. She got up off her bed and turned around to face me from where I was sitting on her bed.======

“It's time for you to go to sleep now, deary.” She patted my head and made me lay down. She then pulled big leaves that would be used as blankets over me. And all I remember from there was her smooth, soft voice telling me to sleep and a flooding blackness as my eyes closed for a night's sleep. = = = Chapter Three: Minds long gone. =

I had been trapped in this paradise for a week and a half now, with help surviving the elements and surprises of mother nature by my new found friends; who liked to play disappearing acts constantly. One minute they’re here the next moment they’re gone. My body is bruised and battered, covered with blue-brown-purple spots. My hair was mangled, more so than usual, and was beginning a collection of dirt, moss, and small twigs. Yet, Kate, Gwen the grandma, and Keetyn, all stayed perfectly fine. They aren’t tired or dirty like I was; they aren’t starving like I am. A week and a half of fruit, gross slimy leaves, and tree roots have made a mess of my body; making my ribs pop out and my spine protrude from my back, making it hard sleep. Sleep hadn’t exactly been my friend either for the past week; i haven’t been able to get to sleep, leaving big gaping black bags under my eyes.  I have searched my mind, dusted corners that haven’t been thought of in a long time. Yet, I still don’t have half a clue of what happened that I got here. All I want is to go home though. I remember home. I remember first moving in when i was eighteen years old, still young and fresh. I didn’t have much money, but i didn’t need much. My house was a small little cottage on the outskirts of a medium sized town. I picked it because of how homey it first felt, how enticing the whole area was. The cottage was surrounded by big tall thick trees, and garnished with multi coloured beautiful flowers. The air was breezy and was filled with the sweet scent of honey suckles. A slight sigh escaped my lips as i thought about my big comfy bed and my favourite tea mug. “Awww hun you look sad,”said Gwen while patting me on the shoulder, “You’ll be back soon enough.”  “How’d you know that i was thinking about going home?” I pondered to her. A sweet smile arose on her face as she looked at me.  “I’m old sweet heart, i know all.” she pointed out. Once again leaving me with more questions than answers, including how she appeared next to me, sitting on the beach.  The waves crashed noisily against my feet as i silently pondered to myself. How do i get off this island?  I had one thought on my mind: leaving. Escaping. Finding my way home. I had to be creative, but logical. How do i do this? In need to ask for help. Next thing i know i’m surrounded by the people who i somehow got messed up here.  “I have an idea!!” shouted a very excited Keetyn, who was now jumping up and down, using my shoulders as leverage. “We’ll build a raft with long hollow trees, then we’ll find and create some sort of rope to tie everything together, including a sail! Maybe we can even use an actual branch for a sail. If its long and how a big leave coming off its end, we can just stick it between the logs!” He seem absolutely enthralled with his little plan yet there were unaccounted, quite large, faults.

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 “Keetyn hunny, if the rope is dried out it most likely won't tie anything and just break. Maybe if we find a large tree we can hollow it out and use it as a canoe just like the natives did.” Gwen suggested in her usual sing song voice. ======

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 “Both your plans have faults. And lots of them. We are never getting off this island.” Kate crumbled down our hope of rescue, but she was right. ======

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 “I think i might just lay here and wait for death.” I sighed. I just don’t want to deal with this anymore. It’s just easier to die. I was already stick thin and dehydrated beyond what my body could handle. ======

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 And at that moment is when my lost hope was returned; a helicopter had just flown around the island supporting a young man wind surfing from a rope tied to the feet of the helicopter. And then everything went black. ======

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“Hayley wake up, your loved ones are here to see you.” i woke up to a young lady dressed in smocks told me. I was on a hospital bed, in a very white room with tubes going up my nose and plugged into my body. ======

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 “What happened?” i asked her, with a very hoarse mouth as dry as the Sahara. ======

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “You were found on the shore of an island that was inhabited. The helicopter pilot saw you pass out right against the waves, the the man who was surfing swam up and checked on you, thats when they realized you had been there for several weeks, stranded all by yourself.” she explained as my mother and father rushed in to greet a now conscious me. ======

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “i wasn't alone! Oh no! you must go back!” i shouted trying to get up, which ended with me faaling onto the cold hard floor. ======

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Hayley, you are the only one that survived the plane crash,” my mother spoke sweetly to me,”I’m so sorry, dear.” ======

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> My heart was pounding, my mind in a huge confused mess. My lungs wouldn’t work right and i start to hyperventilate. ======

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “I don’t remember anything,” is all i could choke out. the nurse quickly sedated me, and once again i feel back into a deep dark sleep. ======

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> i was back on the island again, but i could tell it was a dream; i looked like my normal self, weight back and colour (other than black) was in my face. ======

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Sitting on the beach again with Gwen, Keetyn, and Kate beside me. ======

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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Don’t worry,” they said, “we’re going to a better place.” they all gave me a bright smile then turned around and started walking in the other direction down the beach. And just like that they were gone. But i finally understood. ======

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