I wrote this one buzzed up night, based on a dream I had.
You never know that feeling, the feeling that you're gonna die, until it's actually happening. You can read about it and imagine what it's like, but no description can make you feel the icy coldness that sweeps your body and mind. That's what I feel now. I'm going to die.
I'm on the bus on the way home from school, like any other day. And I'm going to die. I sit three rows from the front on the right side, sitting by myself as usual. This boy, who I've gone to school with for many years, but I've never gotten to know him, he's hijacked the bus. Near my feet lay the bus driver, lying face down in a sticky pool of his own blood.
The boy is driving us, and so far we've stuck to our route, taking the roads and turns we always do. But he hasn't let anyone off. I guess he wants to take us all with him.
A steep hill is before us, so steep that the bus seems to tilt forward, and my back leaves the seat with it. At the bottom of the hill is a sharp left. After the turn is the water. The bay, crystal sparkling blue in the sun. The boy accelerated the bus instead of the breaking that's needed. I knew he wasn't going to take the turn before it happened, and that's why I know I'm going to die.
I sigh, and feel a faint feeling of sadness. I really wish he wouldn't do this. My world becomes a little slow motion as we near the end. I can hear the screams of the other kids, but they've deepened and slowed down into the classic slow-mo voices.
The turn is on a bit of a cliff. As we go over, air born, I can feel the bus tip to the left. Since we have no seatbelts, I am flung from my seat. The bus hits the grass, and I hit the roof. I feel no pain. Must be the adrenaline. The bus begins sliding down the grass slope, towards the water. And now in the moment of apparent, I imagine my parents coming to the scene of the accident and seeing the bus half in and out of the water. I don't feel scared. I just feel tired. The sight of enormous amounts of blood all around me makes me just want to sleep. My vision is all red, and I can see the water quickly approaching.
A deep groaning sound emanates everywhere, the crushing metal of the bus. I don't hear or feel anything. It's all just so numb and surreal. Finally now the water has come and it feels so cool against my burning skin. I breathe it in and it feels so wonderful against my throat. Breath deep and all your dreams shall come true. Fear me not, for I journey to the other side in peace.
I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
White Daisy Passing by Rocky Votolato
Good morning day
Sorry I'm not there
Drown by Three Days Grace