My eyes slowly open. My vision is blurred, and it takes a few seconds before I can see anything.
I instantly wish my vision had stayed out of focus.
All around me is wreckage. Pain. I can see my mum and dad nearby. They're unconscious, but I can see their chests rising and falling. They're alive. A shaking relief floods through me. I cautiously get off my broken seat and don't look behind me.
I realise I can hear the shouting and clamour of a crowd. I look a little further into the distance, and see the Police have put laser barriers around the plane. The crashed plane.
The statue of liberty is nearby. I can see the beautiful silhouette in the distance. Were in America alright. But how did it go this wrong? We weren't going to New York!
As I look around me, I see people. There must be thousands crowded around the barrier, snapping photos and crying at the loss of life. The Police are doing their best to calm everyone down, and to keep the area safe.
And then I notice something is wrong.
Like, really wrong.
For starters, I'm not in pain. Surely, after such a catastrophic crash, I should have some sort of injury. But no. I feel no pain, and see not a scratch on my pale skin, despite the bloodied mess of everyone around me that makes me feel ill.
Also, the strong summer sun is beating harshly down, but even with my favourite blue hoodie on, I don't feel hot. Or cold. I seem unable to perceive temperature. And I don't remember putting my favourite blue hoodie on.
And I don't appear to be breathing, perspiring or even yawning or coughing or sneezing. the cramping feeling I usually get after sitting too long isn't there, either. I don't seem to be performing any kind of bodily function at all.
Some TV camera drones whiz around above me, transmitting live footage to the globe. But no one sees me.
I have a thought. A worrying thought. Realising it's stupid, a completely unlikely and silly anxiety, I try to push it out of my brain. To settle my concerns, I look behind me, expecting to see nothing. If I'd had one at the time, my heart would have been racing as I saw it.
The mangled bloody mess of my corpse.
I was dead.
Dead, dead, dead.
And I'll never live again.
No.
No no no no.
No. No. No. No. No. No.
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Dedicated to Hazelmoon13 because she's awesome
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