Silence and Hurricanes (Editing)

#Chaper 3: Flight Fright

You cannot change your destination overnight, but you can charge your direction overnight.
-Jim Rohn
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The soft humming of the plane, had me sleepily thinking of my unwelcome destination.

I had never been in a plain before so mum got me the best of everything. I told her that it was not nesesery, but she insisted. She said the hospital was sponsoring half the trip and most of my school fees, so why not?

I was sitting in first class.

There was a lot of room, and when I say a lot, I meant it. There were cup holders, plural. Yeah, like I was going to drink six beverages in a couple of hours' flight. I could charge my phone next to me and there was a movie playing on the screen in front of me. I was sure I could change the channel too...

The seats was soft and very comfy, two people could easily fit into it side by side. It felt like the seat was swallowing me whole. My wheelchair was stashed above me in the baggage compartment. It wasn't big and bulky, well, I'm not that big, but the chair seemed to get lost in there.

I was staring out the window, seeing nothing. It was better than looking at Doctor 'know-it-all' Williams next to me... Why is he here? Well, he decided to just tag along. Who does that? He was probably thinking I couldn't take care of myself and needed babying. My mother should've been there. Not him. It was really irritating!

I was fine. I am fine!

I kept telling everyone but nobody seemed to to believe me. I was so sick of it! They were sending me away!

Dammit Mother, what were you thinking. I could hear her in the back of my mind telling me "this is going to be a good thing in the long run..." BLAH, BLAH, BLAH...

When I asked the doctor what he's here for, he said, and I quote "It's going to be a bumpy ride." Whatever the hell that meant.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen! This is your Captain speaking. Please buckle your seatbelts, the plain will take off in a couple minutes. Thank you for riding NY Airlines. Enjoy your flight." As carefully as I could, I moved my arm to the side, trying to get to the seatbelt. Oh why, why is it so far!? It's kind of bad. I couldn't move fast, I couldn't stretch, I couldn't couch or sneeze. I couldn't breathe...

While I was trying my hardest to reach the belt, a big, beefy hand came past me, grabbing the belt and clicked it into place. I looked up with disgust written all over my face... and Doctor Williams had some creepy smug look on his.

"See I told you, you do need assistance."

I exploded, maybe a bit too loud, cause everybody turned and looked at me. But I didn't care. I was furious instantly.

"I told you and my mother a hundred times, I don't need any help from you, who do you think I am, a five year old? What are you doing here anyway?" Spitting venom, I took advantage of the fact that he couldn't ran anywhere or use the term "ask your mother". Mother was not here right now...

The stewardess started blabbing about all the safety procedures while I started daggers into the doctor, waiting for an answer. I hardly heard her. My heart was beating so fast, blood was swooshing in my ears... I was so mad right now... Before he could answer the plane jerked forward. Saved by the plane... I hate him.