Chapter Two, Dead.
That Wednesday we all set off to Newcastle for the flight. We were traveling second class, and I had my iPod filled with ponystep. I listened to various tracks from TheLivingTombstone, Omnipony, Aviators and a bunch of other amazing brony DJ’s all the way to the airport, and then watched MLP on the flight. I only had time to download three episodes, but that was enough. I looked over at my brother; he’s playing Zelda on his DS. I look at mum, writing more lyrics, I look at dad… He’s snoring his head off. Not surprised, I wander off to the back of the plane to use the lav. There was someone already in there, so I was forced to wait for a minute then someone finally came out.
“Actually… you might want to use the other one, give this one time to air out…”
“Nice…” I muttered back frowning, the man looked amused at my response, and went on his way. I waited for the next toilet and after the man in that one came out and jumped in and locked the door. They were playing some daft elevator music which sounded oddly familiar. That’s when the plane jerked, causing me to lose my aim and piss up the side of the wall.
No time to finish emptying my bladder I thought what the hell is going on? The plane was groaning now, I quickly zipped up and walked out to the main corridor of the plane. There was a stewardess trying to get everyone to calm down, talking about technical difficulties and telling everyone to remain in their seat. The plane groaned again, or rather, it’s right wing did. All heads turned to it, looking out the window, then a plate of metal came off it, and then another followed suit.
All was silent until a guy at the front said “Holy shit…” A bigger piece of metal then came off. I looked at my mum the other side of the plane and she looked at me. Panic stricken, she opened her mouth to speak, then the whole right wing came off... Oh fuck… The plane started to decline, spinning crazily. The people who weren’t in their seat got thrown around, one woman flew towards a doorway. I managed to look away just in time but I still heard the sickening crunch.
I got thrown into the side of the plane and it just kept hurtling downwards, spinning all the while. Utter panic ensued, screaming and crying all over. I smacked my head and blackness started to cloud around my vision. Everything was muffled now, Images started to blur together then I noticed someone drift idly past me and a horrible grinding noise brought me back to my senses. The plane was being torn in half by the gees. I got sucked outside with a bunch of other people and I opened my eyes. Bad idea. The wind was tearing at my face, I had to close them again. When I finally opened them once more, they were streaming, but at least I could see now. There were corpses, litter and live people all falling with me. I looked up just as an enormous hand disappeared into the clouds with a chuckle. Just before it disappeared it flickered and became a huge lion’s paw and the laugh changed tone.
What? Surely not… I looked at the wreckage of the plane as it swirled around manically and swatted most of the stuff in the air aside. I looked down. Oh fuck… This was it… I was gonna die… I flattened myself and spread my limbs out to reduce my speed and to stop me spinning crazily like I’d seen on TV. Then I thought, What’s the point in slowing it down. It’s just means living off more borrowed time, more borrowed time living in perpetual fear. A couple of other things similar to that span around in my head, and then I just simply put my arms to the side and my legs together.
I was falling head first; I was more streamlined than anything else now, so I was falling much faster. My left shoe then flew off and collided with the face or another corpse with such force the guy’s head was nearly torn off. Thanks a FUCKING bunch universe, take my god damn shoe while you’re at it why don’t you. I noticed that I was slowly getting closer to the earth, and it was coming up to meet me. Even though I was practically shitting myself, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful it was, looking down on the ocean and the massive expanse of perfectly shaped green land.
I had always been able to push depressing thoughts out of my head if I had something truly wonderful to marvel at, just another weird thing I could do without trying. Then I realised, it was coming closer way to fast, I was feeling the heat on my face now, burning me up. My vision starting to change as I got closer and closer, colours started swimming around my head. Then the depressing thoughts came back. Are my parents already dead? Is Pen dead too, Or can they all see me? Are they falling as well? I tried to forget this, but it was too hard. I was so close now, more colours started to swim around my head, more vibrant than I had ever seen, and just a mile before my imminent doom on the rocky land below, the colours were getting too much for me now, it hurt my brain to process the images. I closed my eyes…
This was it… Five… Four… Three… Two… One… I felt like I was being pulled through a plughole, only limb by limb instead of whole. I had to look now. Just random colours swirling around then finally, ground.