The quaking of the airplane did not cease. My head glued to the soft chair, reluctant to be isolated from it. The pilot came onto the intercom, "Please prepare to land," but sounded like "Please prepare to die." I grabbed onto Erik's strong hand and squeezed. I whispered 'I love you,' into his ear and kissed his cheek. He squeezed my hand in reassurance.
I didn't need reassurance nor did I want it. Tears stung my green eyes. This would be the end this would be the last this I saw while I died. I looked over at my grieving parents and twin sister. The final scene I would witness was their faces red with tears of worry, their mouths covered with emergency masks.
The shaking worsened and finally the nastiest event occurred. My stomach rose so it felt like it was in my throat. Everyone lurched forward and screaming became deafening. Baby's cries, crying mothers, everyone's vociferous cries deteriorated.
"If anything happens to me, just remember, I love you. I always will love you." Erik said.
"I will always love you, too." I replied through my tears. I wish I could kiss him one last time. I know we are going to die.
The last thing I remember was an earsplitting blast, Erik's warm, soft, loving hand clasped by mine, and blackness.
Chapter 1
Black. Black is the color of death. Black is the color of eerie, silent darkness ready to engulf you. Black is the color my life turned when I learned that not everybody lived.
"Carolyne Roberts?" A plump nurse walked into my hospital room with a clipboard and looking through papers. Her brow was scrunched together as she was in deep thought. Her blue eyes finally met mine and they were full of complete and utter grief, her blonde hair up in a bun clasped by a pencil.
"Yes, ma'am?" I asked sitting up. The pain in my ribs was excruciating and my legs felt heavy, but as I looked down, I saw they were wrapped in a cast, not numb to my felling.
"I'm sorry I have to inform you of this, but…" She trailed off.
"But, what?" The tears threatened my eyes.
"But… your parents died in the plane crash. Only you and your sister lived." She informed as the tears rolled out of my eyes and blocked my vision.
"No, this can't be happening!" I yelled, "He was sitting right beside me holding my hand as we crashed! And, my parents were sitting right beside my sister! How did we survive?!"
"I guess you could call it fate or a miracle. Was this boy your boyfriend?" She asked.
"Yes! He was the love of my life! He was my world! Why did he have to die and not me!?" I sobbed. She finally sat on my bed and brought my head to her shoulder.
"Hush, now, I know it's hard losing the ones you love, but you'll eventually get on with your life."
But how am I supposed to get over my parents dying when they were a row behind me? How do I get over the fact that Erik was right beside me and died there, while his hand was clasped to mine? I asked mentally.
The tears poured down my face and my mind raced with thought of how did this happen? Why did this happen? Why couldn't it have been me and not them?
When the nurse left, it finally hit me and it hit hard. The salty tears ran down my face as I wrapped my arms around my torso. My world was turning black and it was turning fast. Soon, my eyes became heavy and I let the darkness take over my body as I fell into a deep sleep.