by Willow Ashers Sun Mar 21, 2010 2:42 am
Okay, so this is something totally random and it's supposed to be in like a journal type form from the point of view of a girl who died. HAPPY, RIGHT?!?!
March 22I heard the gunshots as screams pierced my ears. It's too late,
I thought. We're all gonna die.
As we all got down like directed, a man dressed all in black slithered down the corridor of the plane. He had a scruffy voice, I noticed as he shouted for us to stay quiet or he'd fire. I was sweating then, like salty rivers pouring down my pale white face. I'm too young to die,
I kept thinking, almost chanting now. I was risking my life right then, sneaking my pencil gracefully upon this paper, writing would will soon only be memories by the few survivors. The man radioed one of his other men and a new guy appeared with another handgun. He sneered at us all. The first man then disappeared into the cockpit and a few seconds later, I could feel the plane descending, fast and violently. There was alot of turbulance and everyone was screaming again. The second man fell and the gun slipped, sliding my way. I scurried towards it, on my hands and knees, grabbing it before he could. He snarled at me. I cocked it. He lunged, and as we seemed to float from the plane's fast descent, I knew what I had to do. My finger felt the trigger and it weakly pulled. The man sumbled for a moment, then dropped dead in the middle of the aisle. I stared at the blood oozing from the dead man's body and the gun in my hand, as the plane made contact with the ground, and my soul left my body forever.
