My eyes stay on the blue sky above me as black pieces of the plane fall around me. I can’t help but glance at another body falling next to me, unconscious or dead. Either way, they won’t survive the landing.
I probably won’t survive the landing but that is neither here nor there.
I don’t deserve to live anyway.
I’d known this was going to happen, I could have stopped it. Instead, I’d chosen to live in blissful ignorance, hoping against hope that I was simply wrong.
A small explosion rocks the sky as another plane is brought down, they hadn’t known for sure which one I would be on, so they simply destroyed both.
Water falls from my eyes and for one brief moment, I am amazed by the fact that since I am falling, the water moves away from my eyes, upward.
Then my moment of fascination is gone as reality comes crashing into my thoughts.
I close my eyes, letting my mind go back to the week before.
At the time, I had been laying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling, contemplating my imprisonment. Of course, they didn’t call it that. No, I was their ‘guest’, royally treated, protected from any conversation with those who would want to harm me for who I am.
My sister had been mysteriously killed earlier that week. She’d stayed true to her convictions, she hadn’t given in to them. So, they got rid of her, knowing that I was there to take her place.
I couldn’t let them take me, use me as a puppet.
My eyes open, looking down at the approaching water.
As I stare into the dark waves, my last thoughts are At least I’ll never be their puppet.
I hit the water and darkness engulfs me, taking with it the last of my thoughts.
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