The Ocean Had Been My Enemy and It Had Taken My Sister

As I gasped for breath on the deck of a ship, I noticed Kylie was no longer with me. Filled with panic, I attempted to stand up. My body, however, bleeding and beat by the sun and seawater, would not allow it. A man who appeared to be in command of the ship spoke to me, but I could not make any sense of it. As I struggled to open my eyes, I noticed large metal boxes and I noticed a cargo ship had rescued me. I began to cry. My soaked body laid limply on top of what seemed to be a towel, the salty tears brought a bitter memories. How long had I been in the water? Where Kylie? Why had I agreed to be in charge? As I regained consciousness, it began to eat me alive, and I knew it would slowly kill me. I was in a deep state of confusion, but I knew one thing, the ocean had been my enemy and it had taken my sister.

It had been a beautiful Saturday morning, with relaxation written all over it. I drooled over the warm patties my dad was grilling. It had been about a week after my 18th birthday and it was just about sinking in. I was now an adult and could be given all the responsibilities of one. My little sister came to the backyard yelling, "Who wants freshly squeezed lemonade?"

I quickly yelled, "Me!" She walked over and poured me a nice class of lemonade.

My dad began, "So Nellie, are you sure your ready to take that flight alone with your sister?" I noticed fear in his voice, but he attempted to hide it as he continued, "It's a long journey and it does pass over the open ocean, you need to understand the responsibility of taking care of your little sister she's only 11 and still needs help in all aspects regarding airport"

I then proclaimed, "I understand dad, I'm old enough to be in charge, trust me this one time, I can do it I promise." We finished eating and immediately headed over to the airport. I could tell my father was troubled, his expression just didn't seem right. He was incredibly fidgety. I decided to keep my mind of what was going on by simply focusing my attention to Kylie.

"So princess, are you excited?" I said boldly to my little sister.

"Yeah Nell, but I'm scared of being on a plane in the night time." said my Kylie.

"Don't worry baby, you'll sleep through it we'll have tons of fun I promise, and we're going to go see mommy!" I said as comforting as possible.

We arrived at our gate, and I kissed my dad goodbye, he reminded me to be good and to take good care of Kylie and I promised to do so. Kylie gave my dad this biggest hug I had ever seen. Little did he know this would be the last time he held his baby girl in his hands.

We boarded the airplane, and I placed Kylie in the window seat so she would be able to sleep more comfortably. I kissed her forehead and I told her this flight would be a breeze. I lied. About an hour and a half into the flight, the airplane began to shake abruptly. It jolted the drinks from our lap tables and threw them on to the floor. The captain announced something over the loud speaks but I simply couldn't hear a word over the loud screams of the passengers around me. Kylie awoke and began to cry; she asked in shrieks what was going on. I didn't know.

The feeling you get when your heading straight down entered the pits of my stomach and I had no choice but to hold Kylie in my hands and begin to pray. Her tears streamed into my hands and I knew I had let my dad down.

We hit something, hard, and the impact caused instant deaths to many of the passengers of flight 9103. I however, was still fully conscious and managed to wrap the neon yellow life vest around my sister. When we were both ready to go, the water was already up to our knees. We had crashed in the ocean. It was the darkest I had ever seen the world until the emergency doors opened to reveal the full moon. I spotted a raft and flung Kylie into it, as it began to move I latched on as well crawling in with a shiver. We had slimly escaped the jaws of death, but it was just the beginning.

The moon, on a raft, with no destination, now illuminated us. Suddenly a roar came from the sky and water droplets began to pierce our skin. It couldn't get much worse then this. We were literally stranded and our little raft as it began to fill with water. I splashed over to Kylie as she sobbed and I tied our life jackets together. "Kylie, listen to me princess I need you to close your eyes and let these water droplets fall on your mouth, drink this rain water Kylie", I was desperate and I didn't know when the next time we'd drink water would be, I did know however we were now stranded on a sinking raft in the middle of the ocean. The storm destroyed the raft and all of us drifted apart as the tides pulled from side to side. Kylie and I however remained together by our tied life jackets.