Chapter 1
You are on a long flight and you see a piece of paper in the seat pocket in front of you. You find out it’s a letter, what does it stay?
I saw a little bit of pristine white peeking out from the seat pocket in front of me, my mind was already swimming with nerves because of the long flight ahead, so in my drowning state of mind I reached forward and plucked it out. As I looked at the piece of paper, it seemed to be giving out the scent of clovers and fresh grass and that scent alone was a saviour from the vicious waves that threatened my sanity and everything my mind holds dear. The ink was a deep blue like the undiscovered depths of the ocean, manipulated in a style that looked anything but elegant, the letters floated above the line, kept afloat by the writer’s hand. After examining the sea of letters, I finally dragged my eyes along the floating words to understand what this person was writing about:
Dear,
my long-lost companion
My name is of no importance at this time in the letter but please, my dear reader, don’t be fooled by the importance of names. Tick tock. You know me better than you know yourself, but I guess you can never know yourself if you don’t look hard. You need to keep reading my dear brother. I know you need the distraction; flights always scare you or well in your words ’the water is threatening us again”. Oh, my sweet brother, how human they made you. Tick tock.
Now back to why I’m writing to my long-lost sweetheart. You will need to bear with me on this but what would happen to a fragile human brain if I were to say that this plane is going to crash and that you were the one who knew the reason, what would the complex brain do? Tick tock. Would they fight their hardest to stay alive or would they succumb to the pulsing current rushing below you? Tick tock. Luckily it isn’t up to them but up to you, the thing that was made to destroy the humans not become one.
My head began spinning again, the clear waters becoming murky once again. My mind couldn’t help but try to remember something, anything that correlates with what I keep reading. They keep calling me pet names that contradict each other, who is this person? This identity seems to know me; they seem to know everything that I don’t. I’m a human, you can’t be anything but.
You are important for the survival of those who are unaware of the danger to come. You can fight for your life (which our family would like) and kill everyone around you or you can die and save all these innocent imbeciles. Tick tock. You see the guy next to you, he has kids and a wife and a family that wants him alive, the person in front of you has no one, she is not married with no kids and no one will notice if she dies but that makes her no more worthy of death as the man next to you, she has a life to live with a million endings and non should be this. Tick tock. Everyone on this plane has a life with a million pathways that will be left unchecked if you let them die. If you have read this far then you should know-
“Would you like to purchase anything from the trolley?” a flight attendant asked, I couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the sudden interruption, but the clover and fresh grass scent reminded me that I was choosing to either kill these people or fight to keep them alive. I forced a smile on my face and gave a polite “no” before reading on with the letter:
Then you should know that you’re the reason they are going to die. Tick tock. You are going to be the death of them all and the lifeline for yourself or the death of yourself and the lifeline for them all. If you read carefully, I told you to fight and stay alive and be the selfish one, but I also told you that not one person on that plane is worth the death they may face. Tick tock. This is a decision, my dear friend, a decision between selfishness and selflessness or even both. You must choose quickly before the clock ticks 12 and the tides come in. Tick tock. This is a decision more complex than the human mind, but your mind isn’t human, not even close. Oh, how I wish it was but no, your mind is that of a robot. You were made to kill. Tick tock. You were meant to destroy the humans, but you didn’t, no, instead you became their ally. An unknowing ally.
My dear friend, I wish I was here to save you from the ocean’s tide but I’m not, I’m swimming deep below in the darkest blues, whatever you choose I hope you the best. Let the crystal currents destroy those around you.
From your closet enemy,
The Ocean’s Pits
Fear is all I felt as the world around me became blurring into a mess of voices and colours. I was too late. Everything was silent. The only thought going around my brain was ‘tick tock’
“Ladies and gentlemen please get into the bracing positions as the plane is preparing to emergency land in the pacific and to the boy with the letter; you were too slow; your time is up."
It was too late; the ocean came to take us. Tick tock. The world around us became the murky blue that once filled my head. I fought. I fought as the letter said. I’m going to survive. I’m going to make it. I can’t drown. I need to know. Tick tock. I’m fighting. The tide is too strong. I need to sleep. I need to. I’m going to. Tick tock. I’m done. Tick...
