COMPLETED ☽༓☾ STARTED DECEMBER 2022
Many say your life flashes before your eyes at death.
Unfortunately, that's not how it was for me.
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Who would've thought a once-in-a-lifetime class trip could become a never-ending nightmare? Well, t...
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March 10th, 20xx, 6:00 a.m.
I was soundly asleep, but I wasn't aware. In my mind, all I could see was darkness all around. I felt I was falling through the inky black void, but I wasn't afraid. It was almost blissful. I'm falling, but I don't fear hitting the ground.
Suddenly, I inexplicably snap into another reality. In my mind, I'm inside JFK Airport, at the gate of Flight 13. Fearfully, I glanced around the terminal, but I saw nobody else except my classmates. It was as if the rest of the world was void of life, and our group was the last trace of humanity left.
This place has been the bane of my existence for the past month. Why am I back here..?
I can't tell why, but it's as if something or someone had called for my presence in this fated location. Oddly, my mind complied. I couldn't answer why I was here, but my mind went along as if the situation was logical.
"This is the final boarding call for Flight 13 through gate 4. Enjoy your death..."
The intercoms demonically echo before the announcement concludes with a sudden crackle.
My heart palpitates wildly as my body involuntarily turns around, only for me to find myself in my seat on the doomed plane inexplicably. I freeze as I hear the voices of my deceased classmates and teachers around me, flooding my ears, almost as if they were all taunting me.
These voices, however, didn't feel normal. Something was off about them. They more resembled eerie, distorted whispers of those from the past.
What is going on?
I jump as I feel somebody speak from right next to me. It was familiar... "So, are you ready for London..?" The voice said sinisterly. Turning to the seat next to me, I saw June. However, something is off about her.
Her skin is a strange zombie-like bluish-pale, and her eyes are bloodshot, with two thick streaks of crimson-red blood pouring from both eyes. I would've found the clichéd horror tropes comical if only I weren't so terrified.
I peer out the window behind her, seeing a viscous, blood-looking liquid raining from the sky, splattering on the window. The cabin lights suddenly dim as an announcement comes over the PA system.
"Cabin crew, prepare for departure..."
I have to get out!
My body whirls forward in fear. As I feel the engines whine to begin take-off, I violently thrash in my seat, trying to escape. But I can't! My seatbelt won't unbuckle! It feels as though it's getting tighter and tighter the more I try to unbuckle it. Fuck!
I look upward in horror as the plane lifts into the air, letting out alarming creaks and grinding sounds as it rises through the torrential bloody rain.
