One in 11 million, yep that is your chances of dying while on an airplane, go ahead and compare that to your chance of dying in a car, at 1 in 5,000. So according to that statement right there, flying is the safest way to get to grandma's house. You have a staggering better chance to make it to your 100th birthday, oh that's right you want the statistic, 1 in 3 people live to be 100. So, the last thing you should ever be worried about is flying in a plane. Heck, you have a better chance to be hit by a meteorite, that's a 1 in 700,000 chance right there.
I suppose I should feel safe, right? We are at a nice cruising altitude of 30,000 feet, when I start to panic. Damn, Hollywood, and their terror on the airplane. Oh wait, there is something on the wing, pops into my head, but is quickly dismissed as I look out the tiny window. Turbulence takes over the plane and my stress level rises. I sit in my seat hyperventilating as a stewardess walks toward me, crap, no they are all stewards now, gods forbid I insult someone while plummeting to my death.
The steward hands me an air sick bag, and with a concerned look asks, "Are you ok?"
I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to take her throat in my hands and strangle the life out of her. Am I ok? Humph. Do I look ok? Hell no, I am not ok, I would not be hyperventilating and breathing into this stupid air sick bag if I were ok! Everyone else is calm, no one else has a gut feeling that they are about to die, why do I?
Suddenly, the steward walks away and buckles herself into the special steward seat. Ah, hell, really!? She didn't even tell me everything is going to be just fine. She didn't assure me that this type of thing always happens. She just left. I look around and all of the other stewards are in their little fancy chairs also.
Why? Why did I have to be right? Suddenly we start losing altitude. Stupidly, I look out the window to see the water coming into view. Water? We are on a continental US flight. Why is there so much water? Did the pilot get lost? Suddenly, I am jarred as the plane crashes down into what appears to be the ocean.
I look around me, as freezing water begins to fill the cabin. I am the only person awake. Everyone has passed out. I vigorously shake the man next to me, to no avail. I unbuckle, grab my seat and look for the exit. Water continues to bombard me and push me away from the door, but I hold on. Using the instructions, I open the door and disembark the plane. Alone, as the plane sinks and I cling to a cushion.
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Short Stories by Amaranthean
Short StoryI would like for you to sit back relax and read over a collection of Short Stories and Poetic Prose that I have written. Most stories are 500 words or less. I will add more stories from time to time. The picture on the cover was taken and edited by...
