Crashing Planes

Roadtrip

"Heather.... Heather!..... Heather!!"

"Huh, what?" I've been staring intently out the window for about 30 minuets.

"You okay?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit, tired."

"I still have your energy drinks." Says Kailyn, as she hands me one of them.

"We there yet, Sam?"

"We got about 20 mi-"

All noise dims out, and all I hear is a loud constant ringing in my ear. Sam looks at me in the "rear-view" an i can tell if she's asking if I heard her, so i just nod my head and say "Okay" 

As I start to regain some hearing I only hear a deep, hard, bass go in, out, and around my head. Who is listening to dubstep in here? Then I realize, I am hearing again. There is a parade going on outside. 

"We're in New York?" I ask.

"Yeah, we've been stuck behind this parade for an hour. You've been asleep?"

"Yu-Yeah" my voice is staggering. A couple seconds later I get the feeling as if someone is giving me a tattoo, using plush tip needles so that it kind of just tickles, going up and down my body slowly. Up... and down, Up... and down. It feels good until it reaches my throat. As I feel it at my feet, I start to laugh. Then it reaches my stomach and I start to laugh a bit harder. Then it hits my throat and I feel like I'm either being choked or I have to throw up.

"Heather, are you feeling sick?"

"No." I can say clearly now that it has reached my head, then it hits my throat again so I cough again.

"Are you sure?"

It's back at my stomach.

"Haha, yeah!"  We start to drive off because the parade has left, and it feels like my soul was left behind at the spot I was sitting at when we drove off and all I am now is just a body in a car. I just sat still for twenty minuets, in deep thought. Not moving an inch.

If things couldn't get worse, Schism starts to play on the radio. Now I am gone. I close my eyes. With every down scale in the guitar riff I fade away, and with every up scale I suddenly snap back. So I feel as if I'm slowly falling forward moving counterclockwise into an abyss, and then I snap back into my starting position. Then as the singing starts, I see lights start to flicker in the darkness of my eyelids. When the more upbeat part of the song starts to play, I feel as if I'm being stretched out, moving backward and forward from where I am sitting. With every guitar strum I see a part of my stretched body dissipate into the darkness. With every guitar strum, it gets close, and eventually it's going to get me. Five more are left. Four more. Three more. Two more. One. Snap.