Soprannaturale

Soprannaturale

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 12, 2023
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Read the first taste below, then fasten your seatbelts and hang onto something as you crash into the story. It felt as though the plane hit a brick wall mid-air, and the first thought she had was terrorists. The force of the impact was so strong that it sent bodies flying through the air, including her friend. She screamed out for her and tried to reach for her, but she was pulled away with such force it was like a blink of an eye, and she was gone. Well, most of her anyway. The sudden warmth pouring out into her lap caused her to glance down where she saw Lexie's lower torso still laying across her. How she processed any of this with the speed of events happening around her was unreal. The plane was now in a nose dive straight down, but the front of the plane was gone. It was ripped clean off, and that made her next few moments even worse. It was bad enough that she was going to die, but to be forced to stare at the ground until she hit was torture. The plane smashed the ground so hard it left a ten foot crater in its place. The plane was face down half embedded in dirt. The initial impact should have killed her. The crash into the ground should have killed her, but somehow, she was still alive. dust and smoke began to fill the small space that she occupied. The strong stench of gasoline filled her nostrils, and that's when she finally realized the plane was going to blow. There were electrical cables hanging at the bottom part of the plane, and gas was slowly seeping towards it. She quickly fumbled for her seatbelt, pulling the buckle and planning to fall to the seat in front of her, but that's not what happened. Pain shot through her side as a blood curdling scream left her throat. The seat her friend was residing in had gotten twisted, and the arm rest was bent going through her stomach and sticking into the back of the seat. She was trapped and didn't know if she was going to succumb to her injuries or burn first. Neither idea was pleasant.
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" I scrub and scrub trying to make it go away. I'd happily go back to walking around internally dead than whatever this is. Watching the crimson substance go down the drain and off my skin- out of sight, out of mind, except it's not going away. I hated that pain was temporary but this... this pain I don't want it. I don't want to feel this. Tears begin to well in my eyes making my vision blurry. Weak. Anger surges in my veins and impulsively my fist connects with a tile on the wall of the shower shattering it. This is emotional. I don't do that. I don't do this- I don't cry in the shower. I don't let my emotions dictate my actions I haven't in a long time. It's stupid. It's childish. It's weak. I glance down at my knuckles on my right hand, watching the tiny cuts heal. Shouting, I punch the tile over and over and over again until blood runs down my arm and drips onto the shower floor. I reach my severely broken hand out under the water, momentarily stinging as water hits the open wounds which unfortunately close over seconds later. I crack whatever bones need it, back into place and look around me. The back wall of the shower is destroyed, shards of tile and blood scattered on the floor. As I stand under the scalding hot stream staring into nothing my mind falls silent for a split second. A few seconds of solace until everything comes crashing back. The tightness in my chest and my stomach, the cloudiness in my brain, the anger, the sadness. It all comes back. I sit down away from the shattered pieces of tile, curling my legs up and letting the near boiling water hit my back. There was a feeling of relief in losing everything I was. Whatever it is that has clawed it's way to the surface, I want it gone. I want that relief back. "

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