I'm not sure I'm over the denial stage.
I don't believe I'm alive.
But I'm breathing. That, I'm sure of.
I break away from my uncomfortable position and scan the scene wearily.
Smoke still rises from the wrecked aircraft.
Every small movement sends jerking pain into my ribs.
My knees buckle beneath me.
I collapse.
YOU ARE READING
One Flight Behind
Teen Fiction(Completed) One girl, one boy. One in the plane. One in a taxi. One waiting. One rushing to get to the airport. One taking off. One remaining. Both full of regrets and wishing she hadn't been on the plane. (a quick 5 minute read / enjoy)
