The Survivors

Chapter 8-Teren's Little Adventure

I stare out the window watching the clouds fly past the plane. I sink back into the velvet plane seat feeling the seat belt on my lap. I close my eyes letting myself relax for once. Silence at last. The last month has been utter chaos with charity events, public showings, and the paparazzi chasing me all over the place. My parents have been on tour for a couple of months leaving the mansion to myself.

My bodyguard sits in the seat across from me watching me through his dark sunglasses. I don't think I've ever seen them off. His name is Nick and is actually pretty funny but remains silent for most of the time. Sometimes I'll communicate with him through sign language because that's the only way I can truly talk. He'll make jokes using his sign language that are just hilarious.

Laughing hurts but it's worth it. I look down at my feet that are propped up on the feet rest. There's a fold down table in front of me holding my glass of iced lemonade compliments of the airline. Flying first class is pretty fun, it's so quiet in here... I glance over my shoulder and peek between the seats. Sitting behind me is a guy in decked out in black leather.

He is turned to the side talking to the lady across from him. He wears a sly smile as he flirts with the girl. She looks like she's in college but she probably doesn't even go. She wears a pure diamond neckline with a plunging neckline dress. She laughs a horrible sounding voice and honks at the end of it. The guy in black leather just smiles. He looks about my age which surprises me.

I look over at my bodyguard to find him staring at the screen on his tablet, tapping it a couple times. I sigh soundlessly, knowing my limits, and sink back further in my chair. Then I hear a low chiming noise start up. I look up and see a bar of light flashing red.

"This is your captain speaking," a man's voice comes on the intercon, "we are experiencing minor difficulties. Everyone please buckle their seatbelts."

I glance down finding that I still have mine. I hear everyone around me clicking their seatbelts and a quiet murmuring. I lean forward seeing the college girl still talking obnoxiously. Probably new money.

"I don't understand what's the big fuss," she says simply, flipping her hair, "we don't need to use the seatbelts."

Suddenly everything jerks upwards and she goes flying, screaming at the top of her lungs. I gasp loudly and grip the armrests tightly. My eyes are giant with panic as my heart pounds. She drops to the floor in a painful and awkward position. I hear a couple screams but then everything goes silent. I breath quickly starting to hyperventilate worried that something will go wrong.

I-It's okay Teren, it's going to be okay. Everything is f-fine. It's just some turbulence or something. N-Nothing to big. The plane jerks up again tossing everything up making it hit the ceiling. I hear shattering sounds and more screams. The lady flies up again and slams into the ceiling then drops to the floor. I wheeze and grit my teeth together. I feel my heart skipping beats now.

It jerks again and my stomach flips. Suddenly the plane jerks to the side and then everything goes downhill. My head smacks into the window and I almost cry out but I stop myself. Suddenly the room starts spinning like a merry-go-round. A sick, twisted merry-go-round. I hear more screams as the room spins dizzily.

I see random objects flying through the air, some crash into the windows shattering them completely. Wild wind floods in and starts sucking things out of the plane. I gasp instead of breath completely panicking. I hold onto the armrests for my dear life praying that I live. Praying that everyone else lives. The lady flies down the aisle slamming into the door and flying back.

Her body is completely limp and now flies like a ragdoll. More screams and shattering noises. The chiming gets louder and faster before replaced with a blaring alarm. The screams get worse. I close my eyes tightly feeling my body being pulled with the force of the spinning. I start crying from the terror, looking down and bringing my legs to my chest.