Suffocated

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I wake up on time as usual; five in the morning staring at the New York skyline when I am suddenly confronted by the fact that it is a Sunday.

Good. No flying planes for me today.

Yeah, you guessed it. I am a female pilot.

Wait- not an ordinary pilot; a fighter pilot.

The only reason I'm risking my life is that I no longer care for my life.

I push away all those freakin' sad thoughts and get up.

That is a major disadvantage of being a pilot. You just wake up at five in the morning no matter what.

I push away my sheets and change into running gear.

All these things I do to numb my mind from the pain of.......
let it be.

Adrenaline rush is my alcohol right now.

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I pull my dark brown hair into a high ponytail and wash my face.

I take a bottle of water and leave the apartment.

It is a misty November morning and I feel chilled to the bone.

Great. I forgot to take my jacket.

I make my way to Central Park which is not very far away from where I stay and start a slow jog.

My body becomes warm as I start running faster and the mist gradually increases.

I feel blessed that this is a Sunday as I don't really like to fly a fighter plane in the mist with zero visibility.

My running speed increases; and I am enjoying this with music streaming into my ears when suddenly it stops.

What the heck? I am obliged to stop running. These airpods never stop working.

I continue to run without music; and I am kinda getting the hang of it when suddenly the music starts again.

Wait- it is not really a song. It kinda seems like a woman saying something.

I stop in my tracks. I bet I don't have any song like this.

I try to hear what the woman is saying.

"Mist... Mist..."
Yuck. What the heck?

The voice stops saying that stuff and I plug the airpods out from my ears.

I stop completely; and suddenly my lungs start burning and I feel kinda suffocated.

I don't have any lung problems as far as my whole life is confirmed.
Yeah; seriously.

I feel like a cold hand is grasping my throat.

Maybe its just the misty morning; I think aloud.

And then that woman's creepy voice starts singing the same thing again.

AND I AM NOT WEARING AIRPODS THIS TIME.

I quickly take my phone and call my kinda- bestie Evie.

"Hey Slyvia what's up?" Her voice rings through the speakers.

I quickly tell her.

"Honey are you alright?" Evie says once I finish telling my story.

"Yes Evie." I say.

"Well lets just say you were dreaming" Evie says.

"What the heck; Evelyn. This is not a joke." I say .

" Hon; it is nowhere near misty in Central Park. I am there right now." Evie says.

"Wait what?..." I begin;but the phone call ends.

The weather suddenly clears; and I find myself nowhere near Central Park.

Or even Manhattan; I guess.

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