written 11/6/09
Jackie Phantom
A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Nano
Sometimes, abrupt moments last forever.
Chapter II
The Crash
The last chapter sums up my life as a pure human being. I kept mentioning that I happily attended school and hung out with friends as any preteen would. It was a great time in my life because I was finally living a life outside of the orphanage, and I am glad I enjoyed it while it lasted. No powers, no responsibilities, no ghostly enemies, and plenty of free time. I feel like I would trade anything to have it back.
There are a few advantages to being a ghost, though. First of all, superpowers are superpowers. I especially love being able to fly. When life stresses me out, I can just escape and fly as high as I can into the cloudy sky. If I am high enough, I can only see the stratus clouds below me, the horrors of the human world are out of sight, and I like to pretend that they never existed. Sometimes, I even bring my guitar with me, and I float on my back while I play it lying across my stomach. I literally feel like I am floating in heaven.
Heaven seems to be a place so far away, but what if it is right here in the clouds? If every person that dies, every spirit that rises, spends his or her afterlife "haunting" the sky, and every tortured soul is doomed to haunting the Earth. I guess it's a main part in being a half-human, half-ghost hybrid. My home residence is on Earth, but I am able to go and fly among heaven's clouds. To me, it all makes sense.
Maybe I fly with my parents every day. Since they're "fully dead", they just appear permanently invisible and they exist as light, feathery spirits within the clouds. Maybe they know my secret, and they fly along with me. That would be wonderful, but I would still like to know for sure.
For now, I want to go more in depth about my early childhood. I believe that the fatal plane crash that killed my parents brings me to where I am today, here in my bed writing this story in my spiral notebook about being a ghost. Not many people can live and tell their tales of being a ghost.
This is my story of the crash:
People rushed in and out of the hectic airport, all hastening to go on summer vacations and such. I was just under a year old. Our neighbor dropped me and my parents off at the front entrance, which was difficult considering all the luggage we had, including a stroller and a diaper bag, since I was not potty trained yet.
My mom had long, wavy thick black hair, just like mine, except I do not like to keep it that way. I remember that her first name was Miranda, since my dad was always calling her by her first name. I think my dad's name started with a "J", but I cannot tell for sure.
My parents adored me. I was their only child, and they loved giving me things. My favorite toy was my white stuffed bunny rabbit I named Fluffy, and I still have it. It was the only thing that I brought back from the orphanage.
The inside of the airport was dimly lit, since it was about 3 o'clock in the morning, and there were not many people there. Despite the pleasant atmosphere, I was terrified. My fear of airplanes was the only reason I remembered the moments up to the crash.
We went through all of the airport procedures and continued to our waiting area. My dad held me on his lap, and my mom sat next to him. I tried not to cry. My mom leaned over to me, the future flying sensation, and whispered in my ear, "Todo estará bien, sólo es un avión."
"It'll be okay, it's only an airplane." I will never fail to remember those tragic untruthful words, the last words my mom said to me.
A few minutes later, while my mom sat in a plastic chair and held me on her lap with my arms wrapped around her, I spotted a strange person staring at me from across the crowded airport hallway. A woman. She wore a long white dress, almost like a wedding dress excluding the vale. She had musty-colored grey hair that came down to her waist, like a sheet of shining dirty carpet draping down from her head. It was more wavy than curly, though. Some sort of aura surrounded her, and her eyes were a bright green. Not just normal human green eyes, but a glowing green. Staring at me.
As terrified as I was of boarding the plane, it was definitely a match compared to the strange woman. If looks could kill, I would have exploded. After staring back for a while, I noticed that her musty grey hair had thick, long white streaks in it. It was very inhuman. Suddenly, just as soon as I had noticed her, a person walked by in front of her, and the next moment she was gone. That was strange.
We boarded the plane that was scheduled to arrive in a city across the Atlantic Ocean, along with about ten other people. I momentarily forgot about the airplane and kept thinking about the odd ethereal woman. I soon stopped thinking about her, though. My airplane fears crept back as we kept moving forward with the line until we were seated inside the plane. My mom sat in the window seat with her arms wrapped tightly around me. My dad sat beside us.
My mom did not say anything to me, since she did not want to upset me anymore that I already was. As I said, she had already spoken her last words to me. I lay on my side against her chest, buried my head in her long muffled black hair, and I fell asleep.
A sudden jolt of the plane shook me awake. The plane felt like it had stopped abruptly in the air, somewhat like a car suddenly putting on the breaks at a stoplight. The yellow air masks popped out of the ceiling, and one of the masks hit my dad on the head. Normally it would have been humorous, but I was frightened out of my wits. The overwhelming adrenaline flooded through my body as everyone in the plane started to panic. I knew something went seriously wrong. I couldn't think, I couldn't cry, I couldn't go into shock. I did what a baby knew how to do – I screamed.
Apparently, nobody was paying the slightest attention to me. Everybody frantically put on the yellow masks, and my mom attempted putting a mask on my face. My mom was wearing one, and I could tell the situation just by looking into her eyes. Her eyes were blood red, and intense wrinkles crawled up her forehead with her eyebrows. She was crying. She was crying because she was frightened with her life, because she was frightened for me.
All this happened within just a few seconds of waking up from my nap, and I soon realized that it was still dark outside, so it was still rather early in the morning. All the commotion took place because the plane stopped, the engines died down, and the oxygen masks dropped down from the ceiling. Imagine what happened when the plane started to drop from the sky.
Every person on the plane frantically grabbed the floatation devices off their seats, and I bet more than half of the passengers looked back at the directions to see how to work them. My mom had abandoned putting the oxygen mask on me, and everyone was running around and panicking. My mom held me tightly, and I wrapped my arms around her as tight as I could. I had every right to be afraid of airplanes.
The airplane kept falling and falling. Of course, I had no idea what was going on, but I eventually worked out the details, which is why I am writing about it now. Everyone appeared terrified, and my mom and dad held on to the seats for dear life, while my mom had one arm wrapped tightly around me. As soon as it had started, everything stopped moving, and I fell unconscious.
I woke up lying on a seat cushion in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
Sorry I didn't post this on time. I promised to write a chapter and post it every day, but that isn't exactly working out. I'm just going to write the chapters when I have time and post them as soon as I can. Overall, I WILL finish 50,000 words by November 30.
First of all, only 2 reviews? Keep in mind that I am basing this whole novel on the reviews I get, and I will be editing this when I'm finished. I can't edit it well if I don't have people's opinions to work with. Trust me, once this is finished and edited, it will be 110% better. Thank you xXPeaceBabesXx and Jaylein-Skyler for reviewing, and for those that added this to your alert or favorites lists. I had 42 hits, 42 visitors, and I expect at least half that number in reviews.
Anyway, check out my profile. I re-edited it, so it's somewhat better than before, but it's still not finished. Thanks!
~Nano
