by Indie LaRue
Oh my God. Oh, no.
I glance over at Chad. And Sister Eloise.
Chad’s neck is broken, his body completely lifeless. Sister Eloise is covered in blood.
No. No.
I can vaguely hear a few people moaning.
The water is up to my waist now. I unfasten my seatbelt and I start half-walking and half-swimming towards the front of the plane … but there is no front of the plane. It’s gone. It’s just a gaping, open hole into a watery darkness.
My shirt rips on the sharp edge of something as I try to get out. I hardly notice.
There’s a yellow raft, bobbing next to the hole. A miracle? I don’t know. I climb into it. I call out. I want to help the others, but my head is spinning. I touch my hair and see there’s blood on my fingers.
I fall into the raft.
And everything goes black.
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