survivors ↠ e.d.

TWO

As I am reading on Grayson's hoodie, I feel two fingers sliding under my chin and lifting my head up. My gaze move up and our eyes meet. I never realized he had such pretty eyes. Dark hazel pearls...

"Wandering eyes, much?" Ethan says as he stares in the depth of my eyes.
"I-I... It wasn't... I was just..." I mumble. What is wrong with me? I'm such a bad liar. Lying is not in my nature. Running away surely is though. "Let the kid sleep." he replied, removing his fingers from under my chin. My cheeks flush in redness. How can he be so intimidating?

I suddenly hear a loud peal outside my window. I quickly look outside and stare at the thunder storm. The lightning is flashing before my eyes and the sound of thunder is piercing my ear drums. My heart starts to race.

The lightning strucks one of the plane's wings, causing the engine to tremble. I tightly grip my elbow rests as I'm trying to maintain my balance.

Cacophony.

Grayson wakes up in panic.
"What the hell is going on?!" he yells, trying to burry the loud noises with his voice, as he is staring to his brother. Ethan seems panicked. His eyes are almost dead, petrified. Grayson looks at me. "I-I don't know!!!" I replied hysterically.

What is going on? Soon enough, the plane starts to tilt on the left. I see from my window that the ground is coming closer. My face slowly starts to stamp the porthole. 90 degrees inclined to the left. The massive plane is completely turned to the side. All the passengers from the right aisle are thrown in the left one. Everybody is stepping on each other, desperately trying to be on top and to be as far away from the left aisle as possible. The portholes become our floor. The glass of my window starts to snap under my weight.. I hear and see every single cavity of glass cracking at my feet.
Scariest thing I've ever experinced...

I see the ground coming closer under my feet, spinning in circles and hear the loud noises that the plane motor is making. If my porthole had to break, I would die...

I feel four massive arms scooping me up. Ethan and Grayson. They hold me in their arms so I can be as far away as possible from my window. I glance outside. I can't see nothing. The glass is all cracked up and the ground is just spinning. I bring my hand to my mouth. I'm going to throw up.

This is the end. This is was I get for running away. This is my fault. I might cause the death of everyone in this plane.
Karma.
I shouldn't have left.
I'm sorry mom...

The plane strikes the ground. Everything seems to be in slow motion. The front of the plane slowly crushing the pilots.... The walls around us getting closer and closer... An explosion to the left, right beside me... Everything is a blur now... I see people flying to the right aisle. Soon enough I realize that I was also ejected to the right.
I taste metal and blood in my mouth.
A sharp pain at the back of my head.
And now I can't see anything...

My eyes open up, but I feel like my soul is dead. I try to prop myself on my elbows. Bad decision. The worst pain I've ever felt strikes in my lower back and behind my neck. "Ughh" I grunt. I bring my fingers to the back of my neck. A metal pole. A metal pole is stuck in my flesh. My fingers slip to my lower back. Tiny pieces of glass are deeply incrusted in there. Tears are running down my cheeks, burning the cuts I have all over my face. I glance at my surroundings. The plane is split in half. The seats are everywhere, as well as dead people. My cheeks are blazing from the salt of my tears. My shoulders jump lightly. Sobs are escaping my bloody mouth. I spit on the ground in front of me. My spit is a dark red color. I weakly wipe my mouth. It's only at that moment that I realize that I can't feel my lower limbs. I glance at my feet. Nothing is crushing my legs... I try to move them. No success. Maybe I need a little more time. The only thing I can feel is pain. At least that means I can still feel something, right?

I'm sweating from everywhere, wiggling and trying to move all the parts of my body, but I fail at every try. I can't stand up because of the metal pole stuck in my neck... It suddenly hits me. I can't move my legs because of the metal pole. Because it's stuck in my spine. I'm actually paralyzed. Nice. I slowly prop myself on my elbows and take another look around me.

I automatically freeze when I hear someone crying. It was not a baby. No... it was a teenager. It seems so far away...
"ETHAAAN!!!" he yells.

Oh god no... it's Grayson. Tears are running down my face like a river. I'm sobbing hard, trying to crawl on the ground with my elbows towards the source of the cries. It's getting louder and louder. He's screaming.