Seconds Away

Plane explosion

When I hit zero, the engine blows up behind me. The screams of the people and the heat from the explosion tortures me. My stomach drops and I throw up as I feel the plane start to fall. I don't have to look into the cock-pit to know that the pilot is dead. I try not to turn around to look at the mess behind me as the plane plummets toward the ocean 35,000 feet under us. I can't  stop the urge and turn around, quickly wishing I hadn't looked. The blaze behind me shows nothing but death. The people that got trapped behind the fire have no way to get out other than to jump out the windows with no parachutes, and no chance of survival. The people caught in the fire died instantly. The woman that was sitting next to me is dead because she was caught in the fire, and her 3 children are stuck, doomed to die a horrible death. I've never hated children enough to let them die alone like that. 

Never.

    I frantically look for a way to the back of the plane, but the raging fire took up the entire half, and it got bigger with every second. All this sound and commotion! It's killing me! And the smoke! My throat and lungs are burning from the smoke! I know I can't panic, or else more people will die, but I can't help it. As much as I fight it, anxiety takes over my body and I start screaming hysterically. I know this is a waste of time, but I can't help it. I start screaming harder when the roof of the airplane collapses on the 3 children, and I hear their screams. The fire parts just long enough for me to find one of their arms sticking out from under it, and the sound of the fire crackling and snapping is like mad laughter in my ears. I scream until my throat is raw, and I finally calm down. The plane is getting closer to the ocean. I look around frantically and then run into the cock-pit, where I accidentally step on the pilot's body, which had slipped off the seat and fallen on the floor. I hold in the urge to throw up, and stepped over his body to see the parachute in a case on the wall. I punch through the glass and grab the parachute out, ignoring the blood seeping into my shirt sleeves.

   I put the parachute on my back with no time to check if it's good, and walk out of the cock-pit. I go to a window, and before I open it to jump out, I look around to see if there are any survivors other than me. I wish I didn't though, because when I see the masses of dead bodies laying around and burning, I feel tears fall down my cheeks. I turn back around and open the window, then launch myself out before I have time to think about my fear of heights. Then, when I look up, the co-pilot launches himself out as well, missing me by and inch, and I watch in horror as he falls to his death in the ocean. With tears falling even faster now, I pull the string of the parachute, and it opens up behind me. As I float down to the ocean, I can't control my sobs.

Jazzed up by: scarybear39