AN EXCERPT OF A STORY
I'VE GIVEN UP ON
I looked out my plane
window, watching everything I’ve ever known shrink into
nothing. I was on a flight to my dad’s out in
Oregon—it was the only place left for me to go ever since
about a month ago, when my mom collided with an eighteen wheeler.
Despite the burning hatred I had for my father because of his
purpose absence in all of my seventeen years, I suppose I needed
someone to help me get through this ‘spiraling
depression’ according to my school counselor.
I stared at the puffy white clouds gently floating in the
sky… how did that feel? To be weightless and have nothing
to hold you down like burdens and sadness and to just feel
completely… free. As the thought swam through my
head and Coldplay sang to me through my earbuds, I felt the soft
tug of sleep pull me away.
And then I was suddenly shaken away—literally.
I looked around the cabin, groggy and confused. The lights above
flickered frantically and the plane rumbled furiously, making my
Coke beside me slosh in its cup. I looked out my window but my
eyes could only find the dark night sky. A voice came on the
speaker.
“Uh, sorry folks we’re experience just a bit of
turbulence here. It should return to norm—“ the pilot
was interrupted by the gasps of fear and surprise caused by the
sudden darkness in the plane. The lights were cut off. I sat up
straight and pressed the light switch above my seat—dead.
The shaking of the plane grew more violent and I felt my pulse
race just a smidge.
“We’re caught in a minor storm but we are trying to
fly to safety. Please stay calm, as everything will be
alright.” One of the slightly unnerved flight attendants
came over the speaker.
We all sat in the dark, soft murmurs of my fellow passengers
surrounding me. The only sound was from outside, with the rain
pattering and the thunder rolling. I was on my own here, an un
accompanied minor. To be quite honest, I wasn’t sure if I
could believe the flight attendant who claimed that
“everything will be alright”. From experience I knew
nothing would.
“Oh my god!”
A man shouted aloud as we felt the plane drop, as we
dropped. We lost flight but there was no explanation for it.
Something tightened in my chest and I looked out my raindrop
covered window. Flashes of lightning burned my eyes and it
painted the inside of the cabin a midnight blue. Screams of
horror erupted and as the lightning went on, I could see quick
glimpses of people holding onto each other. Strangers or not,
they were clutching onto each other for their lives. Crew members
scrambled among the aisles, trying to keep everyone calm, while
in the control room it was hell.
Is this what it feels like now? I thought as I held on
tightly to my arm rest, my knuckles white. To be
weightless?
I had no idea where we were going to crash but I was certain
there was a slim chance any of us would survive. In the moments
of free fall, I observed what was going on. I looked to my left,
onto the opposite side, and I could barely make out the one
person sitting there. He looked around twenty and he had his arms
held out wide open. Almost as if he was going in for a hug of
some sort. I was in shock, as I could see maybe the slightest
chance of a smile on his face. I wasn’t sure if his eyes
were open or not. But I watched him the entire time, through the
rest of the free fall and spinning. I think I was still staring
at him when the plane veered to the right, causing me to smash
against my window as we descended to the ground.
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EdwardScissorhands · 1 decade ago
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