Hey everyone, so is this is the first story written by me that I have finished. I have always enjoyed writing stories, but i always lost interest in the story i would write. So i hope you guys enjoy this, and keep in mind typos and small grammar errors still exist. Also, i did sensor out all curse words, but sorry mods if i did missed any.
The Canyon
It was just another day I thought. Mother told me we needed a small gallon of water from the local mart, requiring me to take the road along the canyon side from my home like always. I got the gallon, and began driving back along the canyon side like I would normally, when naturally as it does I suppose, a rock slide happened. It all happened so fast, I just covered my face as a boulder landed on the hood of my car, followed by more rocks and dirt completely burring the the rest of the car, and probably the rest of the road; along with a few other cars if I am able to remember. Well it’s a good thing I already have this gallon of water with me and that I decided to buy some snacks that can last me a few days which will be easy to ration.
My mom always talked about how my dad was saved in only 2 days after getting buried in a rock slide, so needless to say I don’t really feel worried at all. My cellphone is charged, but in these canyons I can’t ever get signal. Though I am sure it won’t matter since I will be rescued in a couple of days, and hey at least it works as my clock since my car is out because of that boulder.
So now here I am.
Day 1
It’s been a couple of hours now. Not entirely sure what to do with myself, so that’s why I was lucky enough to find one of my notebooks that I use for school inside my car. I am currently using my phone as a light source; don’t want to kill its battery by playing games on it, since it is after all the only clock I have. I took only a small drink of the gallon of water I have, got to start quick by showing restraint. Although my mom has bragged about how quickly my dad was saved years ago from a rockslide so quickly, I can never truly know how long I really will be in here. I am trying to not let my fear sink in; I already have the thought, the thought that I will be trapped in here forever. I could die in here.
I won’t, I am fighter; I won’t lie down and die. I will ration out my food and survive and until help arrives. One thing that is fortunate for me, is that at least since it is still spring, it can still stay perfect between cool and warm weather. I am also starting to think about how big the rock slide was. Who knows how deep I could really be buried. I am trying to remember, I saw three other cars ahead of me on the road? I wonder if any of them lived.
My phone now says 9:13PM. I left the house for the market at around 5PM. I am sure my mom started worrying a while ago. I am also that this rockslide has to be on the news by now, which wouldn’t help how worried she could be. There isn’t much else for me to do now, I suppose I should sleep and get some rest. I have no idea what I should even attempt at doing tomorrow other than lay here in the front seat.
Day 2
I slept in quite a while, considering that I don’t have a sense of daytime my body I guess naturally just wants stay asleep longer. I drank only a little bit more of water, nibbled on a candy bar, and that was about it. My phone says 1PM; I did remember to turn it off before I went to sleep. Going to really try and conserve its battery as best as possible.
It’s 4PM now, I took a while to try and see what I could outside the windows of my car, and apparently out the right backseat door I can open it and a small crawl space between the rocks that buried me was available. I was hesitant at first if I should crawl through it, but I eventually did because I thought wherever it took me couldn’t be too bad right? Well as it turned out at the other end of it was another car, most crushed. I was able to open its back passenger door, and upon small inspection, there was a girl in the front driver’s seat. At first I was scared because I thought she was dead, but instead asleep. I got her to wake up but at the moment she was very weak. I had come back to the car to fill an empty water bottle with some water from my gallon for her. After I got her some water, I was able to convince her to come back to my car. The entire time of this I was using my phone as flashlight, so its battery is pretty used up, but I should be able to make it last maybe another day? Well now the girl is now in my car. She decided to fall asleep in the back seat after I finally got her to my car. I guess I should probably do the same since I have nothing else to do.
9PM is what my phone says now. We both woke up a couple of hours ago, and just talked. As it turned out, we go to the same school, same grade as seniors. She was apparently on her way home from track and field practice, cutting through the canyon road because it’s faster, to get home. We just spent time really just getting to know each other, she is really nice. I could tell by the way she would speak that she is scared, I reminded her of how my dad was buried in his car once by a rock slide and was rescued in only two days. I began to remind myself of my mom, I hope she is ok and not worrying too much. My words of what I thought of as hope did reach the girl, but not a lot I could tell.
We ended up spending more hours talking. Our hobbies, families, and how surprised we were as to how we’re not friends at school. Since as it turns out, we live fairly close to each other and we ended up liking a lot of the same things; from music, to most TV shows and hobbies. Now although I didn’t enjoy running like she did, we both enjoyed drawing, and although I am not a very talented artist, I just enjoyed drawing. A lot of my doodles are at the front of the notebook I am currently writing in. As we began to talk more about school, it turned out we had classes right next to each other, and if I do think about it I think I have seen her only a couple of times throughout the school year. She began talking about how we have to share our art with each other when we both get back home, and how she can’t wait to hang out outside of here. Glad to see she is having some hope and optimism about getting rescued. I have the feeling, having the personality that I do, I would have easily crushed on this girl if we were friends in school. Though I think I already am, strange considering the situation we are in. I think it is about time for more sleep, since I should be conserving the battery to my phone.
Day 5
At this point, I am assuming it has been a few days. I assume because my phone did die. My internal clock was already off a while ago. I have no idea what day of the week it is, night or day, or if it has even been a full day. So since I haven’t been able to see, I just have written or even drawn anything. My eyes did adjust to the dark, so here I am writing again. Me and this girl have just been talking more and sharing what we’ve been drawing in our notebooks, and it turns out that she is a very talented artist. I found out that her family, like mine, is pretty religious. She believes that God is doing this to punish her for
things, but her many years of faith is what will allow God to forgive her. I haven’t necessarily believed in God, even though my parents and brother do; I believe more in things just happen for a reason. Naturally I don’t know what the reason is for us having met in this way, or why any of this happened in the first place. Though, that is what I believe, and I don’t want to think about it too much; head and stomach hurt from the lack of actual food so if I did think about it too much, whatever I would write down about it probably wouldn’t make much sense.
We laughed; we both had our first laughs and first genuine smiles since being in here. We had begun to talk more about our families and stories about some of the funny stuff our parents have done. We giggled, and chuckled, but it turns out that her father at one point accidentally ate dog food twice. That story really got us both with real laughter; I’d go into detail, but later, just noting it now so I don’t completely forget the story. Also, we got into the detail of how we could’ve been in school, and both of us admitted that even if we did have a class together we both would’ve just been too shy to talk to the other. Oh well, that’s kind of changed though hasn’t it?
Day 9(?)
I, I don’t know what to say. I caught her drinking, which shouldn’t be strange I have before. Though this time, she was drinking a lot, really I mean a lot. I asked what she was doing, and reached to take the gallon from her, but she flinched and moved away and kept drinking. “I’m just thirsty.” She said, but she kept drinking. We have no idea how long we could be down here, I had to stop her. I reached into the back seat to get it from her, we ended up fighting for it, and then it happened. It f****** spilled. What should have been able to last us another week, is only going to last us a few days or less. It has been a few hours since that happened, I think, we haven’t talked or said anything at all to each other. When it happened, I didn’t yell, didn’t curse, I just picked up the gallon, put the cap back on, and set back in the front seat. She never said a word either; she just stayed in the back laying down. Guess there really is nothing to say, yelling, cursing, or a sorry wouldn’t have brought back our water.
Her crying woke me up, her quite weeping, and pleads of forgiveness. Don’t know who she is really asking forgiveness from, so if it was directed at God I wish her luck. I say this because for myself I’ve come to think that God is a joke. She had told me that she thinks that this is all happening as punishment for things done in the past, and although I too have things to get myself in trouble, I really don’t think those things done call for all this happening. Let alone being pushed to the brink of death. Yet if it is because I’ve always believed in fate more than him, then f*** him. Oh well, not that it matters. I am just angry, heads throbbing, stomachs growling up a storm, and my throat is just starting to get to me. Don’t know what else to do, time for rest again I suppose.
Day 10(?)
It doesn’t really matter if it really has been a full day or not anymore, but what does is that the water is all gone and it has been for what I assume is hours. Regardless of this, we started talking again, and sharing pictures again. Felt nice, and it was able to put a smile on face to do so with her.
We just finished talking about our dating lives. Turns out that she’s like me and hasn’t a lot during high school. Even right she is single. Then after a little more talking about that, and just learning more about each other she asked. “Would you like to, or even mind, going out with me when we get out of here?” What she said and how she said put another smile on my face, and really just gave me a little bit of hope. I told yes, that I’d think we could have a lot of fun being together, and she agreed. Told her how we’re going to have to introduce me to her family and that I’d have to do the same for her and my family which should be fun once we get out of here.
Unknown day
Still no idea how long it has really been still doesn’t matter either, except staying awake. Still no water of course, and we both want to eat the food we have but the food we have will only dehydrate us more. Throat hurts even more, heads pounding, stomach becoming more and more in pain. We’ve still been talking, just trying to keep each other awake. We’re both sitting up now, and we both feel now if we lay down we will fall asleep and never wake up this time. I swear if there really is a reason behind us being down here, I would just rather not know. As much as I would like to think more into that, my head just hurts too much to think even a little. Though there is on- Wait, I heard something, footsteps? Now I here distant voices, I am not hearing things she hears them too. I am going to try and call to them, because there are people above us.
I just tried throats too dry, hurts too much to scream so I really can’t be loud enough for them to hear me. Is this what we are forced to do? Sit here and let our only chance of rescue slip away? She’s looking at me, telling me it is ok. She can die happily with me, in my arms together. No, I can’t give up yet; I am going to try again.
I just tried again, I used every last bit of energy and strength I had to scream my head off. It working I think because I hear them scrambling above. I am laying down in my car chair now, feels comfy. I don’t think I’d mind taking a nap now before they come down for us. She’s yelling at me, can’t really make out what she is saying for some reason, and I feel as though my vision is fading a bit, not sure how I am even still writing all this down. She is still talking to me, pulling on me, trying to get me to sit up. I think I might die, I feel my consciousness fading, but hey I think I have found my happiness in dying right now. She will be rescued which makes me happy. She is still talking and pulling on me, she’s telling me how we still have to go on a date, how I still have to meet her family, and how she has to meet mine too. How we have to back to school together, and brag how we survived in a car buried alive. Strange, I feel a tears running down my face, both from her and me. Of all times I am crying now? I never when I was first trapped in here, I didn’t cry out of the possibility that I wouldn’t have been saved, and I didn’t cry when we spilled the water or drank the rest. But here I am crying now. Strange isn’t it? Oh well I suppose, and hey how pretty. I wonder if that light I see is from the su-
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