Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Austin & Ally. All other names, places, songs, products, companies used in this story were chosen randomly and not for insult purposes. The plot is loosely based on real events.
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Ally Dawson POV
It had been on the news all morning. Delta Air Lines' Flight DL 201 had vanished on the Atlantic Ocean thousands of miles away from the coasts of Africa. The pilot had reported a heavy storm ahead and asked permission to fly around it. But before he received an answer, any contact had broken off and the plane had vanished from radar. Experts estimated that the storm which had been raging on the open sea was responsible for the disappearance and might have forced the pilots to crash-land somewhere in the middle of the ocean. It was impossible for search parties and rescue teams to look for the aircraft as long as the storm was still going on. And so, all people could do, was wait and pray.
That was exactly what Ally was doing while staring at the bright screen of the TV. Her eyes were red and swollen from the tears she had cried as soon as the news started reporting the disappearance of Flight DL 201. The plane which was supposed to fly from Johannesburg to Atlanta had vanished and with it the 44-year-old Penny Dawson who had spent 7 months in Africa on a research trip and was finally coming home.
It was dark in the house. Ally had drawn all the curtains, closed every blind shutting the outside world with its disrespectfully bright colours out. She couldn't stand it. The heat and the glistening light of the sun which seemed to be shining brighter than any other day before. The sky which was glowing in a particularly devious shade of blue which resembled the colour the sea had on a lovely summers day at a beach somewhere in the Caribbean. The joyful laughter of her neighbour's kids playing in the front yard. She couldn't stand them. How could anything be so full of joy and goodness while her world was being torn into a million pieces. While she was being ripped apart. She was numb. Her tears had stopped after a few hours and her voice was sore from all the crying and screaming. And now, all Ally could do, was sit in front of the inappropriately bright TV screen, watch people she didn't care for having the time of their life, while she was waiting for a news speaker to appear and tell her that everything was going to be fine. That Flight DL 201 had not actually disappeared, but that the storm had caused a disturbance in their communicative and location systems and that it was on its way to America. Safe and sound.
The huge white clock on the wall of the living room was ticking. Tick tack. Tick tack. Tick tack. And as the hours passed by until the sun had finally begun to set, Ally knew that no news speaker would appear. No one would tell her it was fine. DL 201 was gone. And so were the people who had entrusted their lives to this metal bird conquering the sky, which resembled the sea at a beach somewhere in the Caribbean.
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Hello there. I hope you enjoyed this short yet tragic prologue to my Auslly fic. I just wanted to inform you, that this is not going to be some Cinderella story, but that the plot I am creating will be based on real events, something that happened to an acquaintance of mine. It will get dark sometimes, but I hope that in the end, the light will overpower the darkness and Ally's search for luck and happiness will be successful.
CU soon, I hope