The Plane

Chapter 10: The Truth

Matt's POV

It's been a few hours since we've landed and no ones come to pick us up and I'm starting to wonder and hope we won't be.

Its been another hour and still nothing and knowing the ground is right there I need to get out I need to. It's been so long since I've set foot on the ground.

"Any idea on how to get out of this metal hellhole?" Becca asked walking over tucking her hair behind her ear.

I let out a sigh of I don't know what, relief maybe? Exhaustion? I'm too tired to think of it. Yeah, must be exhaustion. "No, but we need to get everyone out of here before the terrorists come to get us." I told her.

"If they come" Derrick said, I flinched at his loud Boston accent. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

I feel like derricks presence has been putting Becca and I into a kind of negative state of mind, knowing that were 130% done with him. That's why Becca only really wants to talk to me but even when she does she still sounds pissed, it could also be the fact that she misses Henry.

"Becca, we need a plan to get out. What are we gonna do?" I asked her

"Matt isn't it obvious there isn't anything we can do. Over the past hour I was considering sitting down and waiting for the terrorists to come and get us. I'm done running, in tired Matt. I would love to see Henry again but the chances are he's dead, and so is Sandy. Chances are we're gonna be dead soon." She said silently crying.

"We just need hope-"

"Matt I've run out of hope! There isn't anything we can do anymore! This is the end for us, all of us. There's no way out of it. Death comes to everyone eventually even us, yeah we've survived falling out of a plane, yeah we've survived a bombing at our friends funeral, oh, and how could I never forget that we survived the cruise sinking which honestly surprised me but I can't keep doing this for the rest of my life because this terrorist group will do anything, fake their own deaths and even just bomb our house back home. This is the end for me and you. It's been nice knowing you and I'm glad I got to know you even though it led to this but Matt face it, we can't keep doing this, at least I can't!" Becca said sitting on the floor of the cage.

Everyone was watching us, they all expected me to say something to bring hope back. "She's right. There's nothing we can do." I said sitting down next to her.

"Your weak." Derrick told us.

"Not now Derrick." Becca said suing her eyes with her sleeves.

"Becca I know I seem like a jerk but I want to help out I'm still gonna be obnoxious I can't change that that's just who I am but you've done a lot more than we have and we need you." Derrick said motioning to everyone. He was right,

"Derrick we've been through a lot more and you might think it makes us stronger but it's slowly breaking me apart, I can't sleep at night because all I see are the horrifying images of Bella and Cole dying, do you know how much blood Bella had? It was a lot. And Cole, the blood sprayed us and I watched the life leave his eyes. The lady in fire is what I see the most. Her screaming and her Firey hair was the most gruesome experience because just seeing her bubbling skin creates dreams of its own sometimes, I imagine Henry is lighting me on fire in my sleep so I won't realize it's him, but I wake up and see him laughing at my death and then Sandy walks in and kisses him on the check and she says we did it before they walk away. Ever since Sandy kissed Henry on the cruise I've had that dream twice already and I don't want it anymore." Becca said not bothering to wipe away her tears anymore.

"Matt do you have dreams of Henry and Sandy?" Derrick asked me

"No, but I wasn't dating Sandy when they kissed. But I have the same disturbing images that Becca pointed out and I want to wait for the terrorists to come and kill us already." I said to Derrick trying to get him to realize we don't want to live like this anymore.

Derrick was in the middle of going on some rant about how we're giving up too easily when I saw the trucks driving towards us. They were far away but noticeable.

I thought Becca was crying but I looked over and she was laughing while she was crying. She was crying tears of joy. She was happy the trucks were here to end it for us. I was happy too. This life, people can deal with it in books and movies but in actuality it's to much to handle and there's nothing wrong with it ending like this. I miss Sandy but I miss my old life too, and the chances I'll see Sandy again are the chances of Cole stepping out of the trucks right now. Sadly it wasn't, the terrorists stepped out with guns and punted them at us. We got up and did exactly what they said, I don't think I've been this happy since the cruise went down.