Roman

04

♡ Roman ♡

The woods cold against my back as I lean against the door of the jets washroom, my breaths coming out raged and short.

There was a storm a little after we had been flying for a bit and was close to landing. The pilot had made an announcement that there would be turbulence because of it but I didn't expect there to be a full out storm with thunder and lightning.

I had quickly got in the washroom before Remy could notice how I had started to panic, and turned on my Walkman to the highest volume hoping to drown out the sounds of the storm.

The cracks of thunder leaked through the harsh music as I clamped my eyes shut tightly trying to imagine I was anywhere else, my throat felt tight and the walls around me felt like they were squeezing inward. I scratched at my throat begging for some air to be accepted as my skin stung from my action. White dots start to dance in my vision and the sounds of my music dim to where they sound under water.

I though I had this under control. But I was wrong.

⚜ Remy ⚜

Once we were about 30 minutes from landing, the storm that had been sounding for about 10 minutes caused a loud crack to to echo throughout the sky and flashes of lighting to accompany it. Roman fell asleep a couple of hours ago and hasn't moved even an inch for a while, I even had to go up to her a couple times to see if her chest was going up and down.

Once the first crackle of thunder sounded Roman immediately woke up, her eyes looking out the window and towards the storm as she tensed slightly in the chair. Roman hurried towards the washroom not peeping a word while fumbling with her Walkman on her jeans, cursing under her breath when it wouldn't close quick enough for her.

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Roman had been in the washroom for around 10 minutes now and I couldn't hear anything from outside of the door except for her exceptionally loud music. I knocked a couple times, after not hearing a response I slightly tried to push in the door to see if she's ok. The door was jammed on something. I pushed again slightly harder, and Romans arm fell into my view. Her limp sleeve covered arm.

I immediately started yelling trying to see if she's ok, getting no response. I called the airplane crew to help. My hand went to my hair roots pulling harshly. She has to be ok. I hastily slammed into the door a couple more times praying it would just open. I stumbled forwards into the washroom as Romans limp body was pushed forward by the door opening. I quickly steadied myself and turned my head to see Roman on the floor.

She had scratch marks on the skin of her neck that wasn't covered by her clothes. Her blood vessels broken as the scratches had remnants of her blood. I looked down to her hands to see her finger nails lined in the red substance.

I warily went towards her, clamping my eyes shut trying to get rid of the image of her unconscious limp body. My shaky hand reached out towards her neck, my two fingers resting just below her ear. Then I felt it, her heartbeat. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I carefully picked Roman up bridal style, her head and limbs hanging limply. As I began walking out of the washroom and towards the chairs I noticed how light she is, she couldn't be more than 100 pounds. It feels like I'm simply lifting a doll. That's deadass hallow inside.

I sat Roman down on the chair diagonal of mine so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable when she woke up. I quickly strapped the safety belt loosely around her before I turned and slumped into my own seat, pulling the strap around me as well.