Alive

By Anna Garthwaite | Posted: Wednesday August 24, 2016
By Amber Pringle


The plane thrashes me around swinging me side to side.

My forehead jolts into the window beside me, leaving a crystallized looking dint after.

Droplets of red rose blood sinks onto the misty grey leather seats.

Like my nightmares, spinning me around and around, feels like forever before we reach the ground.

Oxygen masks come slivering down like a snake dangling from a green vine.

An intensified explosion roars behind me.


I turn.


The back of the plane shredded to flaming red pieces only leaving the front half left.

Smack! The impact of the plane hits me at the speed of light.

Burns bubble up my arm, every pop an ancestor forgets about me.


I see them, funeral music plays.

Hands shaking like this chunk of metal.

Salty tears flowing down their faces.

Close hugs keeping each other safe.

Grubby hands toss crumbled dirt into a hole.

Family.

They looked like they had been burned too, scared, hurt.

Leaks started coming through the window, i couldn't tell if it was water or my blood.


Minutes go by.

My head tilted up gasping for air.

I take a deep breath deeper than the ocean.

My eyes squint as i dip into the liquid of death.

My vision blurs like jumbled up pixels.

Like a frog flimsing around.

I stretch to the chopped off end of the plane and slither my way out.

I thought it would be my last breath.

Bursting for air trying to breath inside of me.

Salty burning sensations twist my eyeballs around.

Traumatised fingers trying to grab hold of the water.

I lifted my hand reaching as high as heaven.

My mouth meet the air.


Screeching noises fill up my ear.

A rickety ladder hangs in front of my eyes.

I take a weak and pathetic grip.

And slowly i rise.

I glance down at the rippled deadly green sea with crashing waves whispering horror

As my heart drops to the bottom of the ocean.

In shock.

it felt hollow inside.

I shiver my tinted purple hands over to my wrist.

Gently I give my arm a pinch.


I was alive.