Alexei
Images of bloody, maimed bodies lying inside the deep, gaping graves.
Screams of helpless children, Cassie's cry echoing throughout the hollow nightmare.
I couldn't escape.
All I could do was sit, waiting for the plane to collide.
Wait to die.
Helpless, wingless, flightless.
Already dead.
Already cold.
Already lost in the sea of sorrow and tears that filled my eyes and left me exhausted, cast out to lose the battle between me and my heavy lids, as I slipped into the abyss of sleep, and was eclipsed in evil hallucinations.