Troubled

Questions

Dylan POV
I woke up on the plane and looked out the window to see if we were close to getting there, but all I saw was ocean. I wasn't going to deny that it was beautiful, but I just wanted to get there. Anticipation was eating me up. Why were we selected to come here? Why are we so special?

When I looked to my left I saw Danica leaning on my shoulder asleep. For once she was actually peaceful and kind of... adorable. I know that you are probably thinking why? How could you? Or what is wrong with you? And many more and I can tell you that I have the exact same questions, but very few answers.

I went back to staring out at the oceanic horizon. About 20 minutes passed and Danica started waking up.

"Are we there yet?" She asked.

"I don't know, how about you go ask the pilot" I answered.

"Thanks Dylan" she said before she got up to ask the pilot.

When she got back she said that there was about 5 hours left, so I turned on the radio. And of course this song pops on. It was one of Danica's favorite songs, but it was also mine. A smile appeared on her face and she started singing. I expected her to sing horribly on purpose to annoy me, but this time she sang normally and it sounded amazing. I joined in because I was bored and needed something to do. We spent about another hour singing and listening to music. the pilot told us to turn it off, so we did and we were left in silence.

"Why do you think the principal wants us to go to this ball?" She asked.

"That's the question I was asking myself, a question I don't know the answer for" I replied.

"Well the he better tell us soon because I'm worried" Danica said before she fell asleep again knowing we have about 3 and half hours left.

I soon fell asleep too and I started dreaming.
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"Hey Danica I think I see land" I said.

"Cool I'm going to take nap, wake me up when we're landing" she replied
and started to fall asleep.
Soon afterwards I felt the plane shake and a crackly voice spoke over the intercom.

"We are experiencing turbulence please remain calm." It said and I knew this was normal and I knew they had it under control.

I hope I thought. Shut up I told myself, we are going to be ok I told myself over and over. SHUT UP! I scolded my brain mentally.
"What?" Danica asked sleepily.

"What?" I asked back confused.

"You started talking to you're self and then you screamed shut up. Are you okay?" She replied.

"Yeah I'm fine" I said, I guess it wasn't so mental.

Around 10 minutes later, we felt some more turbulence. Another 5 minutes passed and we heard yelling and then a gunshot

BANG! BANG!

We started to go down, and it wasn't looking good for us. Suddenly we were in a nose dive, we were losing altitude really fast and the plane was dematerializing. A piece of shrapnel cam flying toward us and knocked Danica unconscious.

"NO!" I screamed.

The place where the piece had hit was bleeding rapidly. The water was only about 50 meters below us. We hit the water with such force that the impact of plane was almost enough to kill me, almost. Even though I was bleeding like crazy, I needed to find Danica. I kept calling Danica's name until I saw a body floating among the wreckage.

"Danica!" I screamed as I paddled over to her.

When I got there I saw her laying down unconsciously on a piece of plane. She was still bleeding and breathing, so she was alive, barely.

I ignored all the pain in my body and tried to wake her up.

"Wake up Danica! Wake up!" I tried, but she just lay there.

That's when I realized I had started crying. When did that happen? I asked myself. And then I heard her start to cough. I turned around to see Danica coughing up blood.

"Dylan?" She asked as she winced in pain.

She was alive! Nothing else mattered right now, not that we crashed, we'll probably die soon, and that our principal and co-pilot was shot. All that mattered was that she was alive right now. I noticed that she was in pain and I noticed the large piece of metal piercing her chest.

Her breaths were slowing down as she kept choking out blood. I was crying even more now. I couldn't stand seeing her like this.

"I'm sorry Danica," I whispered to her.

"I'm sorry too Dylan, and I want you to know that I-that I-" but before she could finish, she died. She just died in my arms and it was my fault.

My sorrow was replaced by resentment for the co-pilot, for this trip, but most of all for me. It was all my fault because of this stupid trip and the stupid deal. Then it dawned on me, I never told her.

Right then Mother Nature finally realized that I didn't deserve to live, and she was right. It was my fault, so I deserved to die, not her. The giant rogue wave came down on me and I didn't try to live, I didn't want to live. I let myself my drown as I thought I'm sorry Danica, I never told you.

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"NO!" I shouted as I jolted upright in my seat to find Danica staring at me intently.

She kept staring into my eyes and I stared into hers. I never noticed how pretty her eyes were, they were a deep red but not like maroon, more like a mix of maroon and ruby and the had this warmth to them bit at the same time this coldness to them. pretty wasn't enough to describe how beautiful the were.

"What were you dreaming about?" She asked leaning in closer, like she was trying to read my face.

"Nothing" I lied.

"I would say that you were having a nightmare" she said with a smirk.

Oh god I hated it when she did that. something you might want to know about Danica: she can read people, especially me.

"Why would you think that?" I asked nervously.

Her smirk turned into a teasing smile.

"Because I know you, you woke up like someone shocked you screaming 'NO!', you're sweating and you kept talking in your sleep, which you don't usually do. Wait, that sounded creepy I mean like I don't think you do, I'm not some weird stalker that watches you sleep, but anyways you get my point." she returned.

Our faces were only a few inches apart now, when suddenly someone walked in.

"Well I didn't mean to interrupt you two..." someone behind us said.

Danica gave out a squeak/scream and sprang back, her face almost as red as her eyes.

"I just came to tell you that we'll be landing in a few minutes and that I will answer your questions after we get things settled with... nevermind, I'll explain when we get there." our principal said with delight.

He walked back to the back of the plane with a huge grin on his face like he was an 8 year old and he was given ice cream.

"Don't think you're off the hook, you will tell about your nightmare" she said and turned away from me in an attempt to ignore me.

"I wouldn't dream of it princess" I said making her even more irritated and making my smile grow wider.

"We will be landing momentarily, so please fasten your seat belts as we descend," the co-pilot advised us.

Hearing him speak was like a knife to the arm, painful but not enough to kill, the worst kind.

It was just a dream, I told myself. Then why did it seem so real, why did it feel so real? Just one more question to add to the pile.

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I just want to thank anyone who took their time to read this story, I'm sorry it's not as good and detailed as some other ones, but it's mine and I'm trying.
Anyway I happy that it's slightly long and I know the end of Dylan's dream was cliché, but it's a dream so whatever. I might post another chapter this week since it's spring break or it might be on one of my other stories.

Happy Easter and keep reading,
-A