This is my fourth short story that I have published... enjoy. And remember to Vote, Comment and all that.🖤💕
I gripped the arm rest. My anxiety was taking over and I couldn't think straight. My heart was beating frantically as I looked out of the window.
My life depended on this little time. I examined the aisle and looked around at all the kids and people that were crowded in this small, stuffy plane.
My heart physically hurt for them. They wouldn't be able to graduate, have children of their own, or have grandchildren. Their fate was lying in these 4 minutes and 12 seconds.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell everyone that something was wrong. But, I couldn't. I was still in shock. I couldn't wrap my head around this.
My visions are always right. They come true, whether it'd be a good or bad thing. They always happened.
But this vision in particular, cost me my life. Literally.
Sometimes, I wish I didn't have this 'gift'. It's more like a curse.
I mean, who would ever want that kind of responsibility? And telling people wouldn't help or change anything. I'm considered 'crazy' or 'weird'.
Everything is going to end.
A minute passed as my breathing became more frantic and my heart beating out of its chest. I felt my pulse quickening by the second.
Mortified, I got up from my seat. Immediately, attendants became rather interested in me.
"Is there something wrong ma'am?"
"Young lady, is everything alright? You look a little pale."
"Do need some water?"
"What seems to be the problem back here?"
"I think you should take a seat."
"Maybe it's just a fear of heights? She'll be fine."
No. I wasn't going to be fine. And neither were they.
Sweat dripped down my forehead and my palms were sweaty and clammy. I felt dizzy and nauseous. I couldn't handle anymore. My anxiety became to high.
"The plane is going to crash in exactly 2 minutes and 43 seconds!" I screamed.
I was hyperventilating as soon as that sentence came out of my mouth. I stumbled back to my seat as the people started to panic.
I sat down and buckled in getting ready for what was about to come. I knew this 'gift' was truly a curse.
I gripped onto the armrest and dug my nails into it. My breathing became rapid.
My thoughts were in a blizzard, frozen and stuck in my head. They swirled around like the snow does in a blizzard, making it hard to see what was in front of me.
All I could think of was my thoughts. The cries and screams around me became distant.
I was never going to get married. Never going to have kids, get a job, move out, go to college or make it to tomorrow. Everything was all in a mess.
Realizing that I've paid too much attention to my mind. I cleared my head the best I could and let the numbers count down.
1 minute and 26 seconds.
I watched helplessly as nobody seemed to care about my prediction. The flight attendants managed to calm them down and told them I was crazy.
As I watched everybody carelessly go back to their personal tasks, the numbers got fewer and fewer.
49 seconds.
49 seconds and my world was over. 48 seconds left to breath. 47 seconds to appreciate all that life has given me. 46 seconds till it will all become a tragedy.
My breathing calmed a bit. I shouldn't be scared to die now. I have to take what life has offered me.
I said a silent prayer in my head.
I thank you God for this life you have given me. I thank you for guiding me. For having me have reached today. For getting me this far. I pray for my family before and after this. I pray the others families as well and hope that they will find healing one day. Thank you for everything.
As I was done praying, the numbers were extremely low now. The plane was bound to go down any second.
23 seconds left.
Suddenly, the plane began to shake, it knew it was literally going to come crashing down.
The masks began to drop.
People from everywhere started panicking.
"She was right!" A woman cried before she put her mask on.
I put mine on as well.
13 seconds.
The plane went out of control right then.
Next thing you know, we started going down and people were screaming. Again, adrenaline pumped through my body rapidly.
The plane dropped and we fell from the sky.
Butterflies exploded my body and I squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to take in the horrible scene in front of me.
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I took a deep breath.
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Goodbye world.
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You have been good to me.
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Thank you for reading my short story and I'm sorry if this has caused any triggers.
