He Returns

Three: The Dream

Ear piercing screams wake me up. Oxygen masks drop down from above my head, a flight attendant rushes up and down the airplane, making sure that passengers do exactly what they need to survive. Now, I wish I would have paid attention instead of daydreaming. Behind me, I hear an explosion accompanied by a rush of hot air. Anonymous voices scream for help as fire submerges them in a raging, painful hug.

 In the corner of my eye, I notice Mary escaping the fire. Her once perfect uniform was torn up into pieces as if a pack of wolves had attacked her. Patches of black circle open flesh caused in the explosion. Blood spurts out her side, pink flesh opens and closed like a door that billions of people walk through. Brown slush oozes out onto the floor. Her face isn’t as beautiful anymore, it is covered in salmon tissue with blood dripping down like tears. One hand stretching on the floor that she is laying on to help her move, the other flat on her stomach, and the legs paralyzed, dragging behind as if half of her body is controlled by her brain and the other by a not present puppeteer.

 Three drags later, I am still fixated on her body, and the furious fire caught up to her. Mary screams at the top of her lungs lifting the working half of her body and then collapses exhausted. Foul smells enter my nose and I realize, that I am in danger and I must escape. As I am getting up, I notice that my belt is still attached. My shaking fingers rumble through the metal and rough fabric. I can hear the fire laughing maniacally at me, as it is no further than a meter away from me. Heat punches my face and panicking, I finally undo my seatbelt. I sprint for my life towards the cockpit and the heat races against me. It’s a matter of time and the passengers that are left scream in agony as the fire carelessly walks through them in search of me.

I cry out for help and hammer furiously at the tightly closed door. Nobody opens the door. Heat rushes at me, it is close. Ghastly pain dashes through my ankles and heels to my veins, spreading the pain all over my body, and finally reaching my brain, leaving me paralyzed.

I feel the air pressure dropping instantly, my body starts floating up in the thick, grey smoke. I force my eyes to open and for a split second, I see three burning bodies. The pilots are dead. Who is controlling the plane? How are we still flying? And that is when I realize, we are about to crash. I reclose my eyes, ready for impact.