Sticks and Stones

"Thomas grab my hand!" I screamed over the commotion to my young brother. The plane was going down.

"ATTENTION EVERYONE, PLEASE STAY CALM" Shouted the pilot from the cockpit. The electronics of the plane had shut down suddenly resulting in free fall.

Everyone continued screaming as if the man had never spoken.

"Delilah, are we going to be okay?" His small voice begged for a happy ending.

I knew the truth, we would not be okay.

I risked a peak out the window, a dumb decision, I could see land advancing fast.

I couldn't tell him the truth, he would be devastated. "Yeah Tommy, we will be just fine. We just need to make a quick pit stop here."

I knew my lie sucked but he was young enough to believe it.

"You promise?" His big blue eyes burned into me.

I had to protect him from the truth, it would be okay.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

All around us was chaos, passengers screaming and family's crying in embraces.

I held onto Thomas tight but remained calm, not wanting to scare him any more.

I could tell we were getting closer to land. My ears popped with the drastic altitude changes and I winced.

I pulled Thomas into my arms, holding him tight to me. I wanted him to feel safe.

"It's okay Delilah, you promised."

It felt like someone had just stabbed me in the heart and I choked back a sob. Nodding once again as I pulled him closer.

It was getting harder and harder to breath with the fast descent. I soon found myself gasping for air as black spots clouded my vision.

Thomas was sound in my lap and I knew he had passed out. I struggled for air, clinging to Thomas's near lifeless form.

It all became too much. The desire to close my eyes too strong. And I succumbed.

And everything went black.
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It all ended with a ball of fire and a loud scream. Little did they know, the end was actually the beginning.

Warning this book may deal with some rough topics, mostly depression, and may get a wee bit graphic at times.