Spookychild’s writings

The moment of impact was deafening and the movement violent. Julia was sure that she was going to be torn apart. She was waiting for the pain, waiting for the moment of death. But it never came. She seemed to hurt, though it suddenly got bright as it had been dark. The lights had gone out as the crisis began. It was so bright it was brilliant.

 Abe felt a pressure on his legs, but he didn’t open his eyes to look. It hurt and pinched and went numb. The noise was so loud that he felt as if his eardrums had exploded. And the shaking was so violent, he was worried that it might induce labor.

 Julia didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t wanna look. She didn’t want to see the approaching water. But the brightness startled her. And she blinked. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the plane had been torn in two. But it was bright somewhere in front of her.

She couldn’t quite focus on it there were people screaming and yelling and debris was everywhere but it was definitely 5 to 10 feet in front of her. Then she saw it; the plane was missing. She didn’t know where it was. She didn’t know if had broken off or if it had disintegrated. They had been put somewhere near the back, almost the back row, but not quite.

  Abe was still murmuring to her. Her left ear was near his chin. It’s gonna be OK, he said. It’s gonna be OK with gonna make it.  He was saying.

She realized then that his feet were over hers. At least one of his legs, she looked down in her lap. The chairs of the seat in front of them were crushing them. And she was numb. But his leg had stopped the worst of it. She wondered if he was OK and wanted to ask if he was in pain. She couldn’t see any blood.

 She wanted to speak. She wanted to ask him, but the den and the screaming around her was so loud that she didn’t think she could speak loud enough for him to hear her. her chest hurt. It was hard for her to breathe. She was breathing as deeply as possible and still could not get enough air. Her fingers and hands were holding Abe’s shirt. She gripped tightly.

 It was then she realized they weren’t moving anymore, at least not like they had been. There was water on her feet. She realized that they would sink if they didn’t move. She jumped a little. And tugged on his shirt.

Abe had been in a state of calm. His world was closed around Julia and himself. They had survived and wouldn’t listen to anything, only focusing on Julie’s Heartbeat. He could feel that they weren’t moving anymore; the force of the impact had been so violent. His legs were crushed, he wasn’t even sure if he could move them anymore. But he was alive, and julia was alive. They weren’t dying yet.