I woke up with his name in my mouth.

Gale.
I slowly stood up and looked around. I was lost in a forest.  The debris of the aircraft was beside me. I ran to the aircraft, tried to find my brother.
“Gale!” I called. “Where are you?”
No one answered, only the echo of my own voice reverberating in the air. I was terrified. I was the only person to have survived the plane crash. I didn’t know if I should feel relieved. My brother, who was six years old, was missing. Tears fell from my eyes.
I took a deep breath. I needed to survive, if not for me, but for my parents who were waiting for me back home in South Africa. I remembered how Dad taught me to rescue myself if I was accidently lost in the forest. He was a soldier before. We always went hiking together; he used to tell me so many interesting facts about nature. There was broken luggage scattered in the field. I thought if I found water it would help me to survive overnight. I opened the first suitcase. I found some men’s shirts that did not fit me, skipping rope, a bottle of Listerine and two chocolate bars. I put them into a small plastic bag. I tied the shirts and skipping rope around my neck. I also found an IPhone charger and some useless batteries. The razor blade, I thought would be useful.
It was a sunny morning. I looked at the shadow that was reflected on a pine tree to clarify my direction. I was facing north and I was lost in the middle of a mountain, which I thought was somewhere in Libya. Dad told me if I always followed the river, I could go down a mountain. I tied my skipping rope to a tree and attached the other side around my waist. I clutched the rope and moved down as slowly as I could. I kept climbing down, cutting the tree branches with my razor blade.
The sunset made the sky turn dark red and yellow. The evening seemed so peaceful. I felt a sharp twist inside me. Gale. We fought before the plane crashed. He wanted my iPad to play stupid games, but I had ignored him. A sharp stone sliced my hand. It brought me back to my dangerous situation. I untied the skipping rope from my waist. I picked up my razor and made a T on a nearby tree, for my name was Teri, I was thirteen years old. The sky became darker. I remembered Dad said that wild animals would appear in the forest; they would be afraid of fire. I quickly grabbed some thick branches to light a fire by rubbing two sticks together. I retied the rope around my waist and climbed up a pine tree. I hung myself on the top branches to get some rest. When the next morning came, the winds would not knock out of the tree. I closed my eyes.
Awooooooooooo! A loud howling woke me up. I found myself upside down on the branches. There were wolves under the tree waiting to kill me; their eyes showed violence. Their mouths were wide-open, saliva formed around their teeth. They tried to climb up the tree. I saw sharp claws hiding between their paws. I realized that I was in danger. I grabbed the rope and tried to turn myself around. However, I was stuck between the branches. I looked at the fire that I made earlier; it was only wood chips on the ground. My face turned pale, I needed to survive! I held onto the rope; the top branches were cracking. I started to scream and wave my razor blade. I was only 16 meters away from the pack! If I fell, I would die.
Quickly, I grabbed two thick branches and started rubbing them together. Sparks began to form. I had created a small fire. I started to blow on my fire; the fire became bigger and bigger. I lowered myself down and tried to throw the branches at the wolves, but I missed and started a fire at the base of the tree. The fire grew as the wind became stronger. The wolves howled and ran away. I quickly untied the skipping rope and fell on the ground. I landed on my elbow. Blood oozed out of the wound and I began to black out. I forced myself to flee to safety.
When I woke up, the sun shone on my face and I opened my eyes. Suddenly, I remembered what happened yesterday. My elbow was bruised and swollen; it looked like a large grape. I still had my chocolate bars and the bottle of Listerine, but unfortunately, the fire had destroyed everything else. How could I survive without my basic needs? I looked at my sign on the tree, took a deep breath and decided to keep heading north. I searched the trees to find some berries for food. Dad had told me what to pick and what had poison in it. I ate six fresh red berries and I kept ten of them in my shirt pocket for the next few days. After an hour, my stomach began to hurt and head began to feel dizzy. I closed my eyes; I realized the berries were poisonous. The world began to spin.
I lay on the dirt ground for two days. On the third day, I felt better and heavy rains began to fall. I opened my mouth and drank as much water as I could. My arm was infected and I could not move it anymore. It was turning green and black; the skin was torn. I forced myself to stand up and searched for a heavy stick to support myself. I was weak and tired. My tongue was dry and my stomach felt swollen from lack of food.
I thought about what my dad would do. He would not give up. He would have eaten the chocolate bars and saved himself. He would have told me to live no matter what. I took off my pants and ripped them into strips. I washed my arm and razor blade with Listerine. My elbow stung. I stuffed some of my pants strips into my mouth. I positioned the razor blade above my elbow. I needed to cut my arm off in order to live. I felt numb. I told myself that I could do this. Slicing downwards, I removed the lower half of my elbow. I quickly stopped the blood by winding stripes around my stump. My brain was silently screaming; it was begging me to stop, but I saw my father’s reassuring face, he would have told me it was okay.
Nauseous and faint from the lack of blood, I decided to continue my journey. I leaned on my stick and kept walking. Eventually, I got weaker and had to lie down. I rested my head on a boulder. I wanted to sleep. Visions of Gail appeared; he was running in the airport with a toy car. “Chase me, Teri!” Gail screamed. I laughed and felt a jolt of happiness. But when my brother turned his head, I saw a bloody hole.  I woke up, screaming. There was an African lady bending over me, touching my hair and muttering to me in a strange language. I mumbled something to her and felt tears fall from my eyes. A few people picked me up. They had traditional clothes on. Who were they?
I closed my eyes again, this time I saw both my parents, waving at me at the airport, waiting for me and welcoming me home. I smiled and waved back. In the distance, I saw Gale beside my parents, laughing. I felt warmth on my face. It was going to be okay.