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The rest of the helicopter ride is silent. Almost everyone falls asleep except for me. I am wide awake, the pit of dread at the bottom of my stomach viciously eating away at my insides.
I think you two are going to find a nice new home in prison...
The commanders words continue to echo in my mind over and over. All that I can keep thinking is that this is not supposed to happen to me. I'm not a criminal. The man who I killed deserved to die for what he did to all of us. They don't know the methods of torture he used on us. They don't know that he starved us nearly to the point of death. They don't know how he imprisoned us in cages for days.
And Ian on the other hand...well I guess he did really murder a good person and deserves to face the consequences. But still, I don't think he deserves to go to prison. After everything we've been through, we all deserve to go home.
Home.
The rest of the flight I fantasize my home and family in my mind, trying to imagine what my parents look like. But when I do this I find myself getting more and more upset because the harsh reality is that I'm not going home.
I don't know how long we fly for. Time ticks by ever so slowly; it feels as if every second is an eternity. After what seems like a year, the sun finally begins to rise, shining soft beams of morning light through the grimy windows of the helicopter.
My head is pounding from the lack of sleep and I suddenly begin to feel an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia in the small helicopter. This sense of claustrophobia continues to grow stronger and stronger until I have to literally fight the urge to jump off the helicopter into the churning waters below.
Suddenly, Dylan breaks the silence.
"Are we there yet?"
I glance over at him, who is wedged between Nikki and the commander. The commander looks down at him, raising his thick eyebrows.
"No, not yet," he says.
Dylan lets out a long, exasperated sigh.
"How much longer? I have to pee, you know," he whines.
Despite the depression that I am feeling, I can't help but stifle a small laugh.
"I hate to break it to you son, but we've still got a few more hours to go," the commander says.
Dylan's eyes widen.
"But sir, my bladder is going to burst!" he exclaims.
The commander opens his mouth then closes it, clearly unsure of what to say to him.
"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to hold it in," the commander says uncomfortably.
The next few hours drag on and on. All that I want is to be on land again.
Then finally, after what seems like an eon, I feel the helicopter beginning to lower slightly from the sky.
"Get ready for arrival," I hear the pilot announce through an intercom.
YOU ARE READING
Desolation
AdventureThey are trapped. They are scared. And they only have each other. A group of twelve teenagers; six girls and six boys, wake up on a remote Pacific island. Water surrounds them for as far as they can see, and they have no memory of where they are or...
