To The End
Chapter 1
We boarded the plane that day full of excitement, we were on our way to what promised to be an amazing summer in Australia. Oh yes, you heard that right Australia! Our two best friends were waiting for us there, we'd had to postpone our flight due to our graduation from Med School. Now Zara and I were ready to party with Ann Marie and Laura, our faithful partners in crime.
We couldn't get seats together, however. We made our way to our seats, I had been bumped up to first class for the first time in my life. Zara traveled first class all the time. My seat was on the aisle in the very first row, on the left side, or maybe the port side, I don't know how they do that with planes, her's to the starboard, in the last first class row in the window. Anyway, I found a slightly overweight, balding, middle aged man sitting in my seat.
"Um, excuse me. Um, I think you're in my seat," I said, as politely as I could. He smiled up at me apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be in the seat right across the aisle, I just wondered if you'd mind switching so I can sit with my wife?" he asked. I smiled.
"No problem," I said, heaving my large carry on up into the overhead bin, and taking my seat. I pulled out my book, and began to read.
Just before the flight was scheduled to take off, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked up to see a tall, thick set guy, not much older than I was, with light blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. He looked slightly familiar, though I couldn't place him.
"Excuse me," he said politely. "We're on the inside there." I smiled.
"Sure," I replied, getting up and into the aisle to let the blond and his friend slip in. The other man had long, greasy looking, jet black hair and pale skin, and he was wearing sunglasses. Inside. 'What a tool,' I thought to myself. I immediately returned to my book, and soon, we were in the air.
"Bob, you're leaning on me!" came the voice of the tool in sunglasses in the window seat.
"I'm sorry!" cried Bob the blond, squirming around in his seat. "I hate the middle."
"Bob, cut it out," came a voice from behind me.
"Guys, cut it out! Try to get some fucking sleep already!" cried the guy in the window seat behind us. I was a little annoyed, I had just gotten to the really good part in my book, and they were making it really hard to concentrate.
"I'm sorry!" Bob cried again. "I just can't get comfortable! Gerard's too close to me!"
"Fine!" I cried, slapping my book shut in irritation. "You want the aisle? I'll sit in the fucking middle, I don't care, but will you just shut up already?"
"Oh God, will you really?" asked Bob excitedly, standing up immediately. I stood and slid past him into his now vacant seat. "Thank you so much!" he cried, settling into my seat.
"Yeah, thank you!" cried the voice from behind me.
"You are an angel!" whispered the tool in sunglasses beside me. I sent him a half-hearted smile.
"Yeah, well, that IS my name," I said, opening my book as a signal that all conversation should now cease.
The men soon reclined their bed-like seats, and fell asleep, and I was left in peace to my book. Soon, well, around four hours later, we were well out over the ocean, and everything in the first class section was quiet.
That's when I had a very strange feeling, like a knife twisting in my chest, and my stomach was twisting and turning. I could no longer concentrate on my book, even with the silence, so I shut it and dropped it into my lap. Moments later, the flight attendant came by.
"Miss, would you like anything-" she began, and before she could finish the sentence, before I could even think, I was upside down. I watched in horror as the flight attendant hit the ceiling of the plane with the sickening crack that let me know her neck was broken, and as we rolled again, this time back to the normal position, I heard myself begin to scream.
"What the fuck!" I heard Bob cry as he awoke, and he and the guy in sunglasses immediately pulled their seats to the upright position. Then my ears began to pop painfully, as if we were descending very rapidly. I don't really know, my eyes were tightly closed. The next thing I knew, something was being placed over my nose and mouth, and I opened my eyes. The guy in sunglasses, though those were now missing, was staring at me with beautiful hazel eyes over his yellow mask which had fallen from the ceiling, and was fitting mine now over my face. From beyond his face, out the window, I could see the skewed horizon, we were going down.
In the next moment, there was a tremendous bang, and an amazingly strong gust of wind, and a quick look behind me told me that the rest of the plane was no longer attached. I watched in horror as the stewardess' body was sucked out of the plane.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," I heard myself saying, over and over again. I felt a hand take mine and squeeze it tightly, and looked over to see sunglasses guy, a grim look on his face. His hand on mine seemed to calm me slightly, and without thinking, I reached over and took Bob's hand as well.
"I love you, Mikey," sunglasses guy said to someone in the row behind us.
"I love you too, Gerard," came Mikey's response from behind me. Then Bob and Gerard moved in towards the middle, and the three of us wrapped our arms around each other, ready to die together.
What happened next, I really can't explain. Possibly because my eyes were so tightly closed. One moment we're falling from the sky, with the rushing of the wind behind us and the cabin filled with screams, then an enormous, painful jolt, and then...silence.
We couldn't get seats together, however. We made our way to our seats, I had been bumped up to first class for the first time in my life. Zara traveled first class all the time. My seat was on the aisle in the very first row, on the left side, or maybe the port side, I don't know how they do that with planes, her's to the starboard, in the last first class row in the window. Anyway, I found a slightly overweight, balding, middle aged man sitting in my seat.
"Um, excuse me. Um, I think you're in my seat," I said, as politely as I could. He smiled up at me apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be in the seat right across the aisle, I just wondered if you'd mind switching so I can sit with my wife?" he asked. I smiled.
"No problem," I said, heaving my large carry on up into the overhead bin, and taking my seat. I pulled out my book, and began to read.
Just before the flight was scheduled to take off, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked up to see a tall, thick set guy, not much older than I was, with light blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. He looked slightly familiar, though I couldn't place him.
"Excuse me," he said politely. "We're on the inside there." I smiled.
"Sure," I replied, getting up and into the aisle to let the blond and his friend slip in. The other man had long, greasy looking, jet black hair and pale skin, and he was wearing sunglasses. Inside. 'What a tool,' I thought to myself. I immediately returned to my book, and soon, we were in the air.
"Bob, you're leaning on me!" came the voice of the tool in sunglasses in the window seat.
"I'm sorry!" cried Bob the blond, squirming around in his seat. "I hate the middle."
"Bob, cut it out," came a voice from behind me.
"Guys, cut it out! Try to get some fucking sleep already!" cried the guy in the window seat behind us. I was a little annoyed, I had just gotten to the really good part in my book, and they were making it really hard to concentrate.
"I'm sorry!" Bob cried again. "I just can't get comfortable! Gerard's too close to me!"
"Fine!" I cried, slapping my book shut in irritation. "You want the aisle? I'll sit in the fucking middle, I don't care, but will you just shut up already?"
"Oh God, will you really?" asked Bob excitedly, standing up immediately. I stood and slid past him into his now vacant seat. "Thank you so much!" he cried, settling into my seat.
"Yeah, thank you!" cried the voice from behind me.
"You are an angel!" whispered the tool in sunglasses beside me. I sent him a half-hearted smile.
"Yeah, well, that IS my name," I said, opening my book as a signal that all conversation should now cease.
The men soon reclined their bed-like seats, and fell asleep, and I was left in peace to my book. Soon, well, around four hours later, we were well out over the ocean, and everything in the first class section was quiet.
That's when I had a very strange feeling, like a knife twisting in my chest, and my stomach was twisting and turning. I could no longer concentrate on my book, even with the silence, so I shut it and dropped it into my lap. Moments later, the flight attendant came by.
"Miss, would you like anything-" she began, and before she could finish the sentence, before I could even think, I was upside down. I watched in horror as the flight attendant hit the ceiling of the plane with the sickening crack that let me know her neck was broken, and as we rolled again, this time back to the normal position, I heard myself begin to scream.
"What the fuck!" I heard Bob cry as he awoke, and he and the guy in sunglasses immediately pulled their seats to the upright position. Then my ears began to pop painfully, as if we were descending very rapidly. I don't really know, my eyes were tightly closed. The next thing I knew, something was being placed over my nose and mouth, and I opened my eyes. The guy in sunglasses, though those were now missing, was staring at me with beautiful hazel eyes over his yellow mask which had fallen from the ceiling, and was fitting mine now over my face. From beyond his face, out the window, I could see the skewed horizon, we were going down.
In the next moment, there was a tremendous bang, and an amazingly strong gust of wind, and a quick look behind me told me that the rest of the plane was no longer attached. I watched in horror as the stewardess' body was sucked out of the plane.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," I heard myself saying, over and over again. I felt a hand take mine and squeeze it tightly, and looked over to see sunglasses guy, a grim look on his face. His hand on mine seemed to calm me slightly, and without thinking, I reached over and took Bob's hand as well.
"I love you, Mikey," sunglasses guy said to someone in the row behind us.
"I love you too, Gerard," came Mikey's response from behind me. Then Bob and Gerard moved in towards the middle, and the three of us wrapped our arms around each other, ready to die together.
What happened next, I really can't explain. Possibly because my eyes were so tightly closed. One moment we're falling from the sky, with the rushing of the wind behind us and the cabin filled with screams, then an enormous, painful jolt, and then...silence.
10/13/13