I forced all my weight into the locked bathroom door and cried out in terror. No matter how much I banged my fists into the strong wood it would not budge. I yelled and screamed at the top of my lungs in hope that someone would help us. No one did. My hair stuck to my salty wet cheeks from all the crying. Eventually I had no more tears left, instead my body shook violently and my face twisted with pain. No tears, no sounds. Just silent agony. My legs were shaking so hard that they collapsed on me and I slid down the door and hit the ground hard. Katherine came over and sat beside me.
"We're gonna die on this plane," she said, to terrified to cry.
"I know." I barely managed to get those words out before the plane ran out of fuel. Adrenaline and terror rushed through my veins as the plane dropped. Gravity shifted as I was pulled up and forward into the air. I slammed into the opposite wall of the bathroom. The first thing to hit the wall was my arm and it twisted backwards in an unnatural way. My arm broke my fall and the fall broke my arm. I slid back down the wall to the cold floor and landed in some shattered glass. They cut deep into my thigh and the blood spilled out onto the floor. Next I went flying into the sink. I heard a loud crack from one of my ribs as it hit the hard edge. I was being tossed around like a ragdoll. This is how I was going to die. The plane was going to crash into the ocean soon, I could practically smell the saltwater already. The pain coming from my ribs and arm hurt so bad that eventually I didn't feel anything at all. No pain, no fear, nothing. It was an indescribable emptiness. I knew I was going to die and in that moment, I wished death would come sooner. My dream vacation had ended with me spiraling down to the ocean below and it was going to cost me my life... or so I thought.
