Turning eighteen is scary, in many different ways. But it's even scarier when it meant that any day you could be one of the few picked to fight for their lives. six go in, only one comes out.
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Beau's POV
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"Beau, tell me about that day again."
"We were on our way to visit grandma. The plane crashed." I begun to repeat the same story I've told her a million times. "All I could hear was the alarm and the sounds of her screams as we were going down. My mom screams."
"Mom!" I called out to her from my seat in front of hers. Tears fell from her face. Her eyes shut tight. She screamed and screamed and I froze.
"I couldn't find dad." I shrugged, wiping my red nose. "Maybe his seat was too far, or... I don't know. But I searched for him."
"Dad?!" I looked around. All the unknown faces blurred out so that I could find the familiar one. "DAD?!!!"
"And then, darkness. I felt.. suffocated. Makes sense, considering I woke up in the ocean."
I coughed up the water that was lunged in my airway. My eyes flickered open. I was floating on one of the broken pieces of the airplane.
"I was close to shore, so I started swimming. Past the dead bodies. And then I saw them..."
"M-Mom?" Tears formed in my eyes. She looked so... lifeless. Not too far from her was my dad. I couldn't help the tears that streamed down. Though I was crying, I stayed silent. Not by choice.
"I felt the pain take place in my throat and chest." I spoke, trying not to start sobbing as the memory replayed in my head.
"I was there for... a month, I was told, before, uh, someone came." I looked up from the floor to see the look my therapist was giving me. A sympathetic one.
"Yeah, it's terrible," I shrugged, sitting back in my chair, "but, I'm fine."
"Are you sleeping better?" She asked causing me to nod. The real answer was no. But I just wanted these talks to stop. It's like they were pressuring me to feel better about something that happened only four months ago.
"Nightmares?"
"No." Yes. Every night. I can't get their faces out of my mind.
She sighed, putting her notebook away and folding her hands. "So, no more headaches?"
"Nope." Of course. I have one right now.
"So, nothings wrong? At all? You're completely okay and don't need help?" She looked like she was challenging me. Asking if I was telling the truth with only her eyes, though we both knew the answer.
