02: FRANKS POV

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The plane was spiraling down. Below me was the wilderness, nothing else. There was nothing I could do to stop the plane, I was having a panic attack. I was going to die. Alone, forever. All the things I wished I could have done.

I sat in my seat, curled up into a rocking ball of tears, screaming until my throat was sore as the plane crashed into a pond. Glass shattered everywhere, my lungs filled with water as I attempted to swim out of a shattered window. I was out of breath by the time crawled out of the plane, the was plane now on fire.

Everything hurts.

My legs had cuts all over then. My forehead was throbbing with pain, and bruises we're all over my body. It felt like my head was spinning. I ended up passing out on the ground as the night had begun.
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It was dark. No one could hear my screams, no one could save me. I've become so numb, I can feel his breath. He was behind me, a young man. He was very unusual, his skin was pale, his hair black as night, his teeth sharp. He was a handsome person. He glared at me with his red piercing eyes. He seemed to look worried..... what was wrong? He picked up my small body and started to carry me down a path. My mind raced, what he was doing? He opened the goddamn door and grabbed a first aid kit. He looked to be about my age. Who is this person? Why was he so concerned about me? Another person was behind him, he looked a bit younger, he had blonde hair, a beanie and was wearing a pair of glasses. His teeth also seemed to be sharp. He had a poker face. I couldn't make out what he was saying to the person, it was all a blur.

And then I woke up.

What just happened? Who was that mysterious man?

These questions raced through my mind, and then I remembered.
My name is Frank Iero and I just survived a plane crash. I was going to see my father in Belleville but now I'm not, I guess.
There were bruises all over me. Thankfully, none of my bones were broken, just bruises and cuts.

I then heard a twig snap, I flinched to see what was behind me. Nothing. That was pretty odd. I soon felt a gust of wind behind my back. Someone was there. I just knew it.

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