5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

Lonely Like A Castaway

Luke:

The benefit of being an old scout never occurred to you how important it was. It was something your mom had forced you to do as a child and you never realized how many benefits it greeted until this day today. Your hands reached forward to collect warmth from the bonfire in front of you and you fought the chance to keep your otherwise tired eyes open. The smoke was still clear from the airplane wreckage behind you, some still catching up fire while the rest of it was just pure black. Whether people had been alive or not, they definitely weren't any longer. You had wanted to save people, get them out in time before the fire became worse and spread around the rest of the wreckage but in order to save yourself you had to leave immediately. Though, the guiltiness was at the point of killing you alive. You knew some people had survived as well because of the voices that had appeared while you came back to yourself after the crash. But because of the fire getting worse, you couldn't see whether or not the voices were a part of your imagination or persons who were suffering more than you. To your luck, you were seated in the back part of the plane which meant that you got the chance to get out of the plane before something worse would happen to you. You barely remembered what had happened before the plane started to decent while the smoke spread down the cabin. It had appeared from the front part of the plane and you were grateful of that. It was only a few scratches on your knees, arms and in your face you had gotten from the crash, along with your lunges having breathing problems from the smoke and burned marks in your face. If you had a mirror you would have most probably screamed aloud as you knew some of your skin would be pure black from the smoke. You didn't want to sleep but you knew you had to, to gain some power in your body. You had taken the night plane home so everything was dark around you and it was probably around 2am at this point. But the weird sounds coming from the jungle in front of you along with the waves crashing and fire igniting from the plane, you couldn't get yourself to rest. You would constantly be on watch, staring at the fire in front of you without any thoughts in your mind. It was like everything was numb. "Hey!?" A voice yelled from your behind and your head shut up instantly by the sound of another human voice, and you squeezed your eyes when you looked over your shoulder to see who it was. "Oh my god, I can't believe we're the only survivors!" Another person yelled from behind the boy who was now less than meters away from you and you watched as two others appeared from behind as well, the boy to the left holding onto the boy to the right in a tight grip. "Is he alright?" You asked with wide eyes and stood up from your bonfire, watching as they all approached you, them all having the same scratches of burning marks around their skin like yourself. "He was burned harshly in the plane. We've been trying to find some source of water or anything to make the blood stop floating but it won't and it's starting to get swollen." The boy with curly locks said and he took a seat down by the bonfire and helped the blond haired boy who was burned harshly to sit down. "I've got something in my purse, it survived the fire." You admitted and zipped up your purse, and took up your water bottle along with some tissues. "This might hurt a bit." You said apologizing and he nodded his head and grimaced when you dapped the now wet tissue against his burned cheek, his eyes squeezing in pain. "It doesn't look as bad as it is. We just need to remove some of the blood." You explained while taking another tissue and they took a seat around you as they watched you clean the boy. "Thank you." The blond haired boy said with a raspy voice and you smiled softly and nodded your head as a 'you're welcome'. "See, now it doesn't look that bad. We just need to make sure we keep his chin cold." You grabbed his hand and placed it on top of the tissue by his chin and he nodded his head understanding. "What's your name?" Another boy asked, "Y/N." You responded and looked at them with expectation. "Well I'm Michael, and this is Calum, Ashton and Luke. We were heading home when this happened. I actually saw you in the plane earlier. You just have been seated in the back too." Michael said and you nodded your head agreeing. "It's the only reason we're all alive." You commented and they all nodded their head and looked out at the ocean. "Were you seated in the front, Luke?" You asked after some silence but he shook his head no. "I was seated with the other boys but when the fire started to get worse, something seemed to explode inside the plane and a flame hit me in the face. I could've avoided that if I had just looked where I was going." "No one could have avoided this. You were just the unlucky one who was walking behind the rest of us. It could easily have been me if I wasn't in lead." Ashton argued and looked at Luke with a sympathetic look. "We just need to make the best out of it now. People will find out that the plane has crashed and help will be sent in no time." You looked over at Luke with a soft smile before your eyes adverted to the ocean, where not a single island was in sight. "If they'll ever find out we've crashed."