Through Dimensions...? (On Hold)

Prologue

***Prologue ***

I clung desperately to the leather strap on the seat, trying not to cringe as I heard it rip a little. Any moment now, and the strap would give. The tiny stitching holding it to the back of the seat couldn’t possibly bare the weight of an eighteen-year old girl.

My heart pounded in my chest, and my palms were slick with sweat. I dared a look behind me, and my horror intensified.

The tail end was gone!

The air whooshed through the cabin, sucking the seats and screaming people into oblivion. I choked back a sob, as I saw a woman and her baby fly through the opening.

One by one, everything in the small space of my cabin was sucked out and flung out the rapidly descending plane, including passengers.

I felt sick, as the plane did a dip and started to head downwards faster, towards the blue abyss. With no tail end, the plane had nothing keeping it balanced up in the air.

This is it, I thought. I’m going to die at the bottom of the ocean.

“Please, help me!” A man screamed from the floor. His large hand was wrapped securely around a latch, his other hand reaching out for mine.

My eyes widened in surprise. “I – I can’t!” I yelled back, my voice thick. Tears streamed down my cheeks in rivulets. I couldn’t help this man! The leather strap could barely hold my own weight – with the man, we’d both surely go down…

“Please! I – I have a wife and children!” The man reasoned loudly.

I bit my lip, holding back a sob. “A-alright…” I said, “Take my hand, quick!”

The man pulled himself upwards, fighting against gravity, which wanted to pull him backwards and out the plane. “Quick!” I repeated, desperate.

The man reached out, his hand so close to mine…

Suddenly, the baggage cupboard swung open, and bags and suitcases tumbled down. They descended upon the struggling man, hitting him on the head, and knocking him out instantly.

His grip loosened, and he fell to his death.

“NO!” I screamed, more tears falling and dropping through the opening.

Another stitch gave out.

I was beyond hysterics now. I screamed and yelled and cried for help, not caring that my voice grew scratchy and hoarse. But no-one was coming to save me this time.

They were all dead.

And I was going to die alone.

Finally, the flimsy strap of leather gave. I screamed as I fell, hair billowing madly before me.

I couldn’t think as I fell through the plane’s opening. All I could hear was the silence screaming in my ears, and all I could feel was the mad wind whipping at my exposed skin, leaving cuts and trails of scarlet blood. All I could possibly see was a kaleidoscope of blinding colours.

My mind seemed to unjumble itself for a second, and I found myself  making a frantic wish as I fell to my death.

I wish…I was back home…

Then there was darkness.

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Pic to the side is of Ashleigh at the moment;)