Okay, so I've based this story off a song I love. It's called Having a Blast by Green Day (it's an old song so I wouldn't expect you to know it) I wrote it a few years ago, but i've edited it more times than I can remember since then.
The story is written in a different perspective to the song, and obviously with a lot more dialect and background history compared to the song.
constructive Critisism will be appreciated, as I am still learning, and always will be. Enjoy :)
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“Flight 233 to Atlanta; please make your way to the check in desks.” The P.A speaker announced. I reached out my arm expecting to grab Elisha’s tiny hand, but all I could feel was thin air.
“Elisha, c’mon we’re gonna be late! Elisha?” I called to my daughter, only to realize she wasn’t next to me anymore. “Elisha? Elisha!?” my quiet screams were rapidly becoming desperate, and then a massive boulder dropped in my heart when I had lost her. Panic rushed through me like a railway system full of kamikaze trains sent to bomb a city. I looked around the busy airport, my daughter was nowhere in sight. My first instinct was to ask someone. I walked up to a rather large, elderly man sitting down in a seat. We were sitting next to him earlier when we were waiting to check in and board the plane.
“Excuse me, but have you seen my daughter? Has she...Wondered anywhere?” I was trying to sound calm, but inside it felt like a frog had jumped into my throat and had started eating up my insides. I could hardly speak. The man just looked up from his out-dated newspaper and gave me a questioning expression. “Listen, have you seen my daughter anywhere? We were sitting next to you before. She was...Uhh.” I searched my brain trying to think of how to make him remember her. “She was peaking over the top of your news paper. Remember? With the green eyes?”
“Sorry lady, I ain’t seen yar daughter since you lefta look at the timetable board.” He spoke with slurred words, years of alcohol and smoking was clearly the diagnosis. It might have also been the fact that every time he opened his mouth; his long grey moustache had tried to crawl inside, blocking out half of the noise.
“Ugh! Where is she? We’re going to miss our flight!” I growled at myself. The elderly man smirked at me and let out a giggle, his massive beer belly jiggling underneath his red sweater as he laughed. I gave him a dirty look and continued with my search.
After about a minute of asking random people, I was almost in tears. I would not lose her again, after what happened back in Boston. Not after what her father did to her, and how much I fought to keep her in safe hands. Not after everything that has happened in the last 6 months.
“Yes!” I mentally screamed. An officer was standing at the boarding gate. Quickly, I scurried over to him.
“Excuse me, um I’m looking for my daughter. I haven’t seen her anywhere, and we have to check into our flight in 5 minutes. She has long brown hair and bright green eyes.” I was trying to keep a calm voice, but the frog was still chewing on my vocal chords. I started to choke.
“Ok M’am, how old is she?” The officer asked calmy, yet slightly bothered. His voice was deep, and his pointed police hat was slightly twisted to one side.
“She’s 8 years old. Please sir, I need to find her!” I begged. The panic was now starting to emerge out of me, and was clearly shown in my voice now. That frog had almost finished on the throat, and now was about to start on my heart.
“Don’t worry Ma’am. We will find her. Do you remember what clothes she was wearing?” the officer continued to ask questions about her, until what seemed like 5 hours, he reached over his shoulder and grabbed his walky-talky. The officer alerted the other officers and trekked off into the crowd of busy people rushing to their flights, with me following him behind.
“Do you know anywhere she would have gone?” The officer resumed his interview, but his voice was blocked from my ears when I heard her voice.
“Mummy!”
My mind set into overdrive, and I ran towards Elisha’s innocent voice. She sounded so scared. The officer grabbed my jacket to try and keep me still.
“Ma’am! Calm Down!”
But all that was in my head at that moment was to find Elisha. I pulled away, letting the officer take my leather jacket. I ran. I didn’t know where I was running to, I just ran. In the distance I could hear people screaming and yelling. People in distress. These cries were like no other. They were terrifying, and if anyone heard them, a lightning bolt of fear would strike in their heart, even if they didn’t know what the danger was. If only I knew what the danger was. The cries neared until I reached a barricade of people. I pushed through them until my feet stopped in their tracks. I found Elisha. And I had also unwontedly found David too.
In his hand he held a gun, pointed at her head. Tears filled my eyes and my vision started going blurry. The frog had eaten up my heart and now it was working on my mind for main course.
“Mummy! Help me!” Elisha cried out. Her fear rushed over me like a shockwave from an atomic bomb and penetrated my brain, forcing me to think of nothing else but her, and what David was going to do.
“Cindy! You came back to me! You want to rebuild our marriage and be a loving family again?” David spoke sarcastically. Every word that came out of his mouth had been dipped in venom, and it was now rushing inside me and taking over my mind. Then something distracted me.
“Cindy! Please! Don’t move!” it was Rowan’s voice. His was also filled with hatred, pain and fear. I turned around and took a quick glimpse. Tears were rushing down from his striking green eyes. A police officer was shepherding him from coming any closer. Officers were warning people to evacuate the building as a scene was being born.
Elisha was crying. Her innocent little voice was heart breaking. “Daddy, don’t hurt me!” David pushed the pistol harder into her little temple as she begged.
“I would never marry you! I never want to see your face again!” I spat back at David. People around us were running, screaming. Then I realized why. Wrapped around David was silver duct tape. All up and down his body (he had no shirt on). He saw that I had finally noticed the explosives tapped around him, and pulled out a string, connected to one of the explosive parcels. An evil grin slowly crept up his face, his deranged smile filled with evil venom and rotting teeth. I took one last look at David, and I could see right through his eyes and into his sick mind. There was nothing in there, just hatred and an evil sense of humor. He cared about nothing of the people he loved, and the people’s lives he had changed. It was nothing to him.
“No!” I screamed, even though this would do not much to stop him.
“Say your last words Cindy, I’m not even listening.” David chuckled, slowly licking his unkempt moustache. He was the only one laughing. Tears were streaming down my face as I stood there alone. I turned to Rowan, who was being dragged away by the police.
“Rowan!” I screamed. He was fighting the police, trying to reach me, but it was three against one. I couldn’t even speak anymore, so I managed to mouth the last words of my life. “I’m sorry.” And I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around Elisha, just as David pulled the string.
BOOM!
