I stir a pot of instant soup, the steam from the instant heat packet wafting up into the twilight. Pouring in a small bag of soup flavoring, I sigh. Mitch hasn't even been dead for 24 hours.
I feel my panic increase as the night draws nearer and nearer.
Then I see something shiny in he grass. Stupid! I forgot about the phone! Grabbing it, I dial 911.
A feminine voice answers, and I nearly pass out with relief. But she's speaking in a different language, and I can't understand a word she says.
"Hello? Excuse me I need help! I'm lost in- I don't know where! I'm Kirstin Maldonaldo from the band Pentatonix! Hello? Hello!?"
She mumbles a few incoherent words and coughs, and then a horrible, self wrenching click followed.
She hung up on me.
No NO NO NOOOOOO!!!!!
THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!
I'm so frustrated and scared and just- mix together the worst rage, sadness, and terror together AND YOU GET WHAT I FEEL. I can't even describe it. I fall so hard on the ground with screaming a branch digs right into my leg. Yanking it up, I crack it over me with unbelievable rage. Then I trip and my head slams against a sharp rock.
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When I wake up, lying face up on the grass, I see Mitch standing in the moonlight, his face a creepy gray. I blink again, and everything's dark. Then I see the opening. And then he's gone. I try to move, but my body is not responding. It feels like someone paralyzed me head down. And then I feel a horrible, pressing weight on my chest, stopping my body from any movement. I struggle and try to scream, and suddenly this paralysis passes, my body flooded with the pins and needles feeling. But I can move again.
But my heart threatens to stop when a beam of bright light is directed right down at my body.
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If y'all couldn't tell, Kirsti experienced sleep paralysis. That happens when you wake up suddenly in your body's lockdown sleep stage unable to move. Side effects include hallucinating, (why Mitch was there) and a horrible 'weight' feeling pressing on your chest. it wears off after a few seconds or minutes.
Actually I experienced it a few weeks ago, and it was pretty scary. But I'm fine now:)
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Say Something (Mirstie)
FanfictionPentatonix is on tour traveling to Brazil when their private jet crashes in the middle of a jungle. Mitch and Kirsti are separated from the others- lost, hopeless, and staying alive- waiting and hoping for rescue that might never come.
