The Plane Journey
Tears stream down my delicate face; with every ounce of strength, I widen my eyes – to look upon my battle-torn body: scars, as deep as trenches, the grim and twisted smiles of those misadventures forever untouched. Burns so all-consuming no man, angel, devil, or God could withstand. Suddenly, I can see…everything: I can see the light of beauty, the pain of my body, the errors in my life, and my family. To my left there is a Blood Bag – a sticky old label suggests it is ‘AB Positive’, that’s my blood type isn’t it? To my right, my family mourn; their tears warm my broken heart, stitching it together. I feel alone, alone. A broken light dims, then brightens…dims, and then brightens, as if it were my weak heartbeat. I can smell the potent whiff of death and cleanliness mixing in a witch’s cauldron; it creates that unique hospital ward smell that engulfs my nose. The beams of light enter the room, focused onto my body; penetrating deep into my soul, my time is up ….I can feel it. Slowly, everything becomes disorientated, dizzy and I remember. My Family panic as the doctor rushes in, It’s too late I Say….’’remember me –I wish for nothing else.’’
‘’Hurry Up, Chantelle, We’re going to be late!’’, that’s what I said, that’s what I said to my daughter, she is a tall, yet slender model who is only a Teen, yet she behaves like a pathetic toddler, so puny and so childish. Her lush red hair dangles from the top of her tower, and a few freckles are sparsely spread on her face. Anyhow, my wife and my daughter dash into the small, rusty ‘Honda’ that I own. When a small insignificant fly enters our cave; aggravating, annoying, and disgusting. Panic lurks around – ‘’we aren’t gonna make it!’’, I ignore their negative quotes and carry on my mission to Heathrow Airport, twirling and twining through the motorway – the air is fresh here, so fresh as if they were the first gusts of oxygen given by this newly born planet – I finally reach my destination. The air is cold, as if warning us not to proceed. The trees sway and teeter, dancing with the wind. We reach our terminal. We board the plane. We sit on the soft clouds of our seats. The plane’s engines begin to initiate; spewing hot gas, there is a ‘butterfly’ feeling in my stomach as it accelerates, high in the sky we go.
However, the air’s comfort has turned to discomfort, and suddenly a coat of cold, air engulfs our vehicle. Throwing it out of course and swaying it. A burst of fire sparks alight on the tip of our wings, the air feeds it and not so long after, it has eaten the entire wing away. Abruptly, the doors clash open – I seize this opportunity. We descend lower and lower into the atmosphere, the water is ready to cushion our fall – yet the fire has found us, ‘’It’s getting closer!’’, I heard the people and ‘one-by-one’ they plummet into the water – like rain drops. Everyone is out but my daughter – she is out cold on the ground and the flames approach. Dashing, leaping, and sharply turning. While lunging to dodge the burning embers, I grab my daughter. Her delicate body scarred by the ashes of Mount Vesuvius. But. Without warning, a short, spike of metal clashes onto my back. I stop to a halt. A sharp, jagged pain run downs my spine. I scream in agony, but love drives me on. Moving through the forest of fire, I drop into to what seems to be, soothing water. At least the cold temperatures of the water soothed our pain, yet it is not enough to extinguish the flames of pain, the infernal torment of Hell, the devil himself has rained down his ashes. The plane spins off into the distance. Everyone is frightened. At least I had my wife and daughter right by me. Not like Mrs.Kipper, our neighbour – she lost her son. Her tears flowing down her wrinkles like a river, yet they intertwine each other, and split into their own paths. I wish I could help her, but I couldn’t. We awaited our rescue…
Strange disoriented voices echo once more. ‘’We’re losing him – Nurse, use the defibrillator!’’ – My heart strengthens. But it is not enough to uphold me. I slowly fall into my deep, but permanent slumber – ‘’Remember our Journey!’’
‘’Hurry Up, Chantelle, We’re going to be late!’’, that’s what I said, that’s what I said to my daughter, she is a tall, yet slender model who is only a Teen, yet she behaves like a pathetic toddler, so puny and so childish. Her lush red hair dangles from the top of her tower, and a few freckles are sparsely spread on her face. Anyhow, my wife and my daughter dash into the small, rusty ‘Honda’ that I own. When a small insignificant fly enters our cave; aggravating, annoying, and disgusting. Panic lurks around – ‘’we aren’t gonna make it!’’, I ignore their negative quotes and carry on my mission to Heathrow Airport, twirling and twining through the motorway – the air is fresh here, so fresh as if they were the first gusts of oxygen given by this newly born planet – I finally reach my destination. The air is cold, as if warning us not to proceed. The trees sway and teeter, dancing with the wind. We reach our terminal. We board the plane. We sit on the soft clouds of our seats. The plane’s engines begin to initiate; spewing hot gas, there is a ‘butterfly’ feeling in my stomach as it accelerates, high in the sky we go.
However, the air’s comfort has turned to discomfort, and suddenly a coat of cold, air engulfs our vehicle. Throwing it out of course and swaying it. A burst of fire sparks alight on the tip of our wings, the air feeds it and not so long after, it has eaten the entire wing away. Abruptly, the doors clash open – I seize this opportunity. We descend lower and lower into the atmosphere, the water is ready to cushion our fall – yet the fire has found us, ‘’It’s getting closer!’’, I heard the people and ‘one-by-one’ they plummet into the water – like rain drops. Everyone is out but my daughter – she is out cold on the ground and the flames approach. Dashing, leaping, and sharply turning. While lunging to dodge the burning embers, I grab my daughter. Her delicate body scarred by the ashes of Mount Vesuvius. But. Without warning, a short, spike of metal clashes onto my back. I stop to a halt. A sharp, jagged pain run downs my spine. I scream in agony, but love drives me on. Moving through the forest of fire, I drop into to what seems to be, soothing water. At least the cold temperatures of the water soothed our pain, yet it is not enough to extinguish the flames of pain, the infernal torment of Hell, the devil himself has rained down his ashes. The plane spins off into the distance. Everyone is frightened. At least I had my wife and daughter right by me. Not like Mrs.Kipper, our neighbour – she lost her son. Her tears flowing down her wrinkles like a river, yet they intertwine each other, and split into their own paths. I wish I could help her, but I couldn’t. We awaited our rescue…
Strange disoriented voices echo once more. ‘’We’re losing him – Nurse, use the defibrillator!’’ – My heart strengthens. But it is not enough to uphold me. I slowly fall into my deep, but permanent slumber – ‘’Remember our Journey!’’
