DAZE

Birthdays were supposed to be fun. Cakes, presents, and lots and lots of pictures to post online. I played the scene around me in slow motion.
A mother was clutching her baby with tears streaming down her cheeks. Lovers in their final embrace, saying their last goodbyes. Families, in desperate attemps to calm each other. A pair of newly-weds looking at each other in the eyes, trying to tell each other that they'd be alright... A woman calmy rubbed her swollen belly and closed her eyes in a silent prayer.
I blinked, once and the scene before me started to continue in normal speed. The loud noise around me attacked my eardrums, screams and prayers assaulted the sensitive membrane that was threatening to burst. The noises were ofcourse muffled by the roar of the engine of the plane, as it surrendered itself to the pull of gravity.
I will die at the age of 19.

A hand grabbed mine as a tear escaped my closed eyes.
"Riley," he said,
My eyes shot open with a sharp intake of my breath.