Death Approaching

Chapter 3

"I'm sorry", he said as he looked back at me, "I had to fly at 430 kilometres per hour so my fuel wouldn't run out", there he said it. The thing I was worried about so much. "its okay", I said, "we all knew this was our fate anyway, right?"

"I guess so", he replied. He's speech was so dry and sounded as if he's lost something important, then again we've all lost something, nearly everything.
"Exactly how many minutes do we have left till we run out of fuel?", I asked. He looked at me slowly, his words were very nervous and scary.

"Uhm, it looks like we have roughly 5 minutes and 12 seconds left.", he said. He then looked back to the front. I think he felt embarrassed to mention it, but it was alright. A jet crash couldn't be too bad, could it? I noticed we were heading in the direction of my hometown, where not even the street lamps were upright, and you couldn't make out the roads anymore - all broken apart by the ground itself. I then decided to ask him a crucial question, one that's been playing on my mind since the beginning of this tragedy.
"Were you one of those who knew about this event, the end of time?" I tried asking this in a pleasant tone.

"Well I, like many others, knew a few things. First of all, I didn't want to know anything because once you find out that this could be a reality, your entire life changes forever. You start losing your appetite, sleep, you even lose your speech and it's a wonder nobody spoke to each other these last few weeks. Everyone was horrified, frightened/unwilling to die. What about you? Did you know?
"I somewhat knew, since my parents died, that this world was falling apart However, everybody seems to think its because of that being. I keep wondering what its all about! All I know is that this mystery person everyone speaks about, killed him. That person is alive, he must be, he survived falling off a 120 meter cliff."

The timer in front showed that we had 1 minute left, all I could think about was how to breathe when falling to my doom. My friend looked at me once more and said:
"You know that I am sorry. I hope that whoever is still alive in this world doesn't have a death this terrible." He looked forward and put his face in his hands and started to cry. I didn't mind, even though he was seven years older than me, he was still human and terrified of having to die this way. I didn't cry, slowly I started to fear death a lot less than before. It's bound to happen anyway, but I am sad. Sad that I never lived the life that I heard so much of from my grandparents. I really don't know what a blue sky is or something called 'Lazy Sundays'. I only wonder what happens beyond death and I will know about it in a few seconds.
As I see that the jet begins to decelerate, I feel my stomach turning.

As the aircraft begins to dive toward the ground I realise I was wrong, terror attached to my heart, I became scared to be killed by the Earth! To be smothered between moving rocks!? Surely, that is an unpleasant thought. I don't want to hear the screams of my friend, so I press the eject button beside me. I'm sprung out of the jet, my eyes closed with warm tears in them, and I wasn't sure what to think. I'm currently unsure of a lot of things. I decide to think about my parents, how they taught me not to have too many worries, how they taught me to be calm in a nerve-wrecking situation. I love them, I want them with me. My body hits the ground and in an instant, my world becomes an abyss.