Presley slowly opened her eyes, she was in her seat, yet everything else was not the same, she tried to remember where she is and what she was doing before all this, but her head started throbbing with pain, she felt her jaw tense as she tried to look around, trying to swallow slow and hard, she shut her eyes, sensing bitterness in her throat, it felt dry, she began taking deep breaths, and unbuckled her seat belt almost forgetting how to do so, meanwhile she began having flashbacks, very short memories, hugging her parents, the frightful sound of the airplane being torn apart. After succeeding with her seat belt she sighed deeply, tears began to form in her eyes, but she blinked them away, ready to get up she noticed her legs were too fragile to move, her blue eyes widened in fear, she looked down at her legs, [i]nothing [/i], her legs had some scars and scratches but nothing severe, still, she had no power to lift her legs. She assumed it was from the hard impact of the plane. As if just recalling her situation, she looked out of the shattered Window. Water. All she saw was water. She started to think about her life, she couldn't die young, like all these corpses -or what's left of them- she can't accept it, before she could create any scenarios of herself starving to death, she heard faint voices, almost like they came from her head, but she could've swore she heard someone calling for help, so she started doing the same.
"h-help" she called, her voice coming out hoarse.
she cleared her throat in so much pain that she ignored and tried once again. "Somebody help me! Please!" her voice came out louder this time yet a bit husky. 
"I can't move!".