Short Story
I was just about to board the plane when an uneasy feeling consumed me. It was nothing like anything I had ever felt before. I tried to brush it off, labeling it as simply flight anxiety, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. I saw the plane crumbling to ashes and fire in every direction. Blood in my hands as I watched the passengers near me groan in agony. It felt like a warning rather than a mere possibility. I ignored the feeling to the best of my abilities, boarding the plane regardless of my anxieties. It was the first time I was taking a flight by myself, and I thought that my irrational fears were getting the best of me, that they would soon learn to control me. I wanted to prove to myself that I was in control of my fears, not the other way round. Getting on the plane, I stared out the window, as worry started to creep back into my mind. I couldn’t stay awake without my fears filling my mind. Instead, I tried to sleep, hopeful that I could have a moment of peace, without my anxiety. No such luck. No matter what I did, the fear consumed me. My mind finally calmed when suddenly, I felt turbulence. I tightened the seatbelt around my waist, holding on for dear life. This wasn’t just turbulence. This was the end. The voices of the passengers grew louder, but I wasn’t paying attention to that. Regret filled me, regret of the job I turned down, the friend I never saw again, the mistakes I made. Regret for never believing in myself, for if I did, I wouldn’t be on this plane. I wouldn’t be dying. Anger, rage, fury. Red was all that I saw. I felt angry, but I didn’t want to be. I didn’t want anger to be the last emotion I experienced. I wished it could have ended differently. If only I had made one different decision, then, this wouldn’t be the end. Unfortunately, now, there’s nothing left to do. All I could do was accept. The final stage of life is acceptance. I was accepting death. The end of life. The end of everything. I wanted a chance to say goodbye, at the very least, to tell my parents that I loved them. I wanted more time. To say goodbye. I knew I wouldn’t be getting what I wanted. With one final crash, everything went dark.
