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Author of 33 Stories |
Chapter one should come soon enough; I am more than determined to finish this one. But you know me…
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“Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing turbulence…”These walls. I hate them. They’re always so damp. And cold. And hard. I can’t break them, I can’t dent them, I can’t hear through them and certainly no one can hear me. I scream all the time. I’m screaming right now but there’s nothing. It echoes around my stone prison walls, surrounding me with the sounds of my own torture. What are they doing to me?
“Please remain in your seat and fasten your seatbelts until…”My theory is…they’re watching me. They hear me scream, they hear me cry, they hear the pain of the transformations. They feel my heart as they tear it into tiny pieces. He watches me. He studies me like I am an animal in a zoo. I am becoming a monster.
“Remain calm. We will be through the storm…”Sometimes I think about the others. Are they alive? Are they in the same place I am? Did I make them all up? It…feels so long ago. The crash. Being there. The discovery. There are five of us…right? Are they all in my head? It had been so real and yet such a dream…Am I really alone here?
“This is an emergency!”I let my head fall between my knees, gripping my hair tightly with both hands. I concentrate on breathing. I hear them screaming for help, my own cries drowning in my ears. I’m choking all over again, the salt-water taste burned into my mouth. Fear overwhelms me; I can’t breath. I can’t think. I can’t move. My heart is aching. It’s smaller now. It’s harder to feel my feet and hands. I’m always dizzy. There’s never enough blood; my heart is always pounding.
“The plane crashed. We’re stranded on an island.”
So calm. I envy him. I wanted to be calm like him…but I was so scared.
I am so scared.
I am turning into something…something not human.
I am dying.
“We’re not going to be rescued…are we…”-V-
TBC