The air is dusty, causing me to cough hard as my eyes flutter open. I attempt to sit up, I got stopped by the plane wing over my waist and a seat with two cold bodies on my feet. I start to panic. I'm gonna die, I will never get to feel grass again. I'm stuck here, to die with the rest of these bodies.
Tears started running down my cheek, the warmth of my cheeks make me cry harder. I manage to free my hands and wipe away my tears as others roll over my fingers. The thought that I haven't stopped all my tears continued to break me, as I am fragile within this moment.
What if my mom is stuck somewhere? Or dad? Or Kasie? I can't help them. I'm stuck. I'm left here to die. I will never see another day. I'm gone. Lord, help me! Help me! No. I can't think like this. Maybe I can make it through. Just maybe.
I position my hands on the wing and push up. I am too weak. I can't- NO! I have to keep trying. "You need to, Skarlet! You need to keep trying! Don't stop until you got it! PUSH!" I say to my self. "One, two, PUSH!" I start grunting and gasping for a breath. It won't budge! More tears escape. I'll die without a fight, without a brave story to be told. What am I?
I start to grow faint and my body has given up. My arms fall to the ground with the rest of my body. My eyes begin to close.
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Through Wind and Storm
Non-FictionSkarlet is your average teenager, all about sleep and the social media. And one day, in one instant it all took a sudden change on one sudden plane crash. Will she survive?
