Dying Embers

Chapter Four

       "Wait you mean to tell me my uncle is sitting on his rich ass in Britain and he was never in the limo?" I said to the man in the suit whose name was James. 

          "That would be correct sir," he answered in a polit voice. He pulled my bags out of the trunk. 

"Why? He could've said hi to my mom or something.." I trailed off. Why was he too lazy to get off his ass....just.....dammit. James shook his head. 

            "Now we have to catch the plane," James said nodding his head towards the plane. I sighed. We were at the airport. After four hours of sleep we finally made it to a plane. I am not too excited about getting on a plane either.  

             "We better bord on now sir," James said. 

          "Don't call me that. Call me River," I said wanting him to drop the polite act. It must be hard being so polite all the time. I know I would hate it. James smiled and nodded. He got my luggage ready and then we were all set and ready to bord. When we got on the plane I was already nervous. What was my uncle like? Was he mean? What was going to happen? So many doubts in my head. James sat beside me while I took the seat by the window. We were still on the ground and thank God for that. 

              "What's my uncle like?" I asked James. 

       "Well you are his family. He is going to treat you differently than he does me sir- I mean River," he said with a smile. 

         I liked James. He was nice to talk to. He needed to stop combing his hair back though. I've noticed the brown headed servant had a habit of combing his hair back. He was kind though. I grew nervous when it was ready for take off. My stomach got queasy and unsettled. I groaned and held my stomach. 

           "River? Are you okay?" James asked. I just nodded. Afraid to open my mouth. I was so nervous. The plane was moving. I rubbed my temples when kids started laughing and playing with whatever they could find to keep them busy. When I looked out the window my heart nearly stopped.  I could see people and cars and everything. I closed my eyes. I don't want to sit by the window anymore. I moved the curtain to cover the window. Maybe if my body and mind wasn't so screwed up I could take this like a man but I was only 17 years old. I groaned and rubbed my head again. I wanted off this plane. 

            "Hey dude you okay?" I heard a girl ask. I looked up and saw a black headed beauty. My jaw nearly dropped. She had raven black hair and bright violet eyes and full lips. She waas beautiful. Very pale too.  

          "Yeah I'm fine," I muttered. She smiled showing perfect straight teeth. 

"Okay...If you say so," she said walking on to her seat in the back. I sighed when she was gone. James laughed. 

          "You like her," he said. 

       "I don't even know her name," I said looking at James. He grinned and I couldn't help but smile. I sighed and tried to face my fear and moved the curtain and looked out the window. I felt better now that I took the time and looked at how beautiful everything was. Instead of thinking of the worst. I narrowed my eyes when I looked closely at the wing of the airplane. Smoke was coming out of one of the engines. My eyes widen. I have seen something like that happen to an engine and it's not good. I shook my head. No you're just being parnoid just sleep it off. I closed my eyes. I actually went to sleep. That same dream. That nightmare popped up in my head. There must be an end to the insanity. Please just put out the fire and pain. Please. 

                "MY BABY! MY POOR BABY" Someone screamed. Wait. This never happened in my dream. This was a woman crying for help. This can't be part of my dream. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe my eyes. There was a child. A little girl only about 6 years old...there was a umbrella in her chest. Her face a deathly white. My stomach churned. Why? How? I looked out the window and saw that engine had given out. I unbuckled my seat belt and ran to the other side of the plane and looked out the window and saw that engine was smoking. I looked down and saw we were flying over water. Oh no. We were going to crash in the ocean.