Flight 143 (Harry Styles)

(Chapter 8)

Wakey Wakey-

After I calmed Camden down, the sun began to settle down. So I told him to fall asleep, and to my surprise he was already asleep. Like I had said before, the sleepiness from crying has been affecting him.

But with his eyes closed, peacefully,  I know that I did something right. It's almost as if he was mine, all mine. My child...

My god, am I going crazy? He's not mine! Great, I sound like that weird looking character from lord of the rings...but still...I love the sounds of it. You know what? Im going to pretend that we three are a family. Abby, Camden and I as a family...I like it.

Speaking of Abby, I wonder if she's awake yet. I miss her terribly, almost like how I missed the ball when I tried to kick the soccor ball up in the air to impress this one girl. What was her name?...oh yes? it's-oh 2ait, I forgot again.

Hey look! its that butterfly again...Im going to follow it.

My feet began to move step by step, baby steps that is. The butterfly had this different colour to it than the last time. It's wings had an icy blue colour to it, just like how Abby's favorite color was. Well, I think it was. She seems like a person who would like water and love all of the cool colors, just like how I do.

But anyways,  I followed the butterfly itently, trying my best not to wake Camden up. I followed and followed...past the weird looking tree that had that look on it that seems like a face, pass the rock that Abby and I always met up. I even passed by the crash site, and into the other side of the tropical forest.

As I was going deeper and deeper into the forest, the more I would hear the screams.  It sounds like...a little girl?

My nerves got up. Like, really high. I didnt even know that my nerves could get so high. The thoughtbof a little girl being hurt terrifies me, and I dont know why too. Adrenaline flowed through ny body like crazy, and I began to run after this voice.

The butterfly, although was going in a completly different direction. But I ignored the direction, and ran straight towards the scream. I ran qnd ran, and soon the scream got louder and louder...

There waw this guy...he was on top of this little girl who seems 9, and on his fingertips tightly gripped, is a knife. God, is he trying to stab her!?

"Don't you dare  tell anybody"  says the man covered in black.

"I-I won't,  I promise!" The little girl screams filled with fear and new tears all over her face.

"I don't fucking believe you" Says he, "I'm not going to loose my identity because of a little girl..." The knife got closer to her small neck, "I'm not taking that chance."

I couldn't do this anymore...I'm just watching a little girl about to be stabbed to death, for who knows why! Harry, get the hold of yourself. You have  to help her...

"It's ok..." He creepily soothes her cheek and pulls her neck upwatds to the sky. "...Just look at the sky, and everything will be over in a second" He smiles, lifting the knife.  The fear of the little girl rose, and I could tell.

That's when I came out to her rescue. Right when the knife was suppose to be in her neck, it was in my arm instead. Yes, I took a knife for this little girl. She has too much things to experience in life, and me? I already finished every dream almost everybody wished for. I already had my first kiss, my first time, my first prom, my first date...but she hasn't.  She deserves to live.

"Fuck!" I scream in pain, looking directly at this disgusting man. The pain was unbearable.  Never would I ever thought of me being stabbed. I always wondered of what it would feel like at times when I hear on the news when these kind of things happen, but damn. This hurts like hell.