Plane Crash

Oh, my God! was the last thing I hear when the plane crashed in the ocean. The impact was so strong that it knocked me out unconscious. If it wasn’t for my twin sister, Amanda, I would have drowned. She screamed my name and shook me and lifted my head above the water. She is my life saver. When I woke up I head a killer head ache, well, more likely my whole body ached. I had burns on my arms, I think one of my wrists might have been broken and I had a huge bump in my fore head. My sister had a cut on her left cheek, one of her shoulders was bleeding and her neck was bruised. I tried to keep floating but it was getting harder and harder. I saw other passengers in the same state as my sister and I were. I saw a man floating away, motionless, a woman was screaming where her baby was in a desperate manner and there were three children crying for her mother and father. I did not know what to do, I was in pain and disorientated. I did not see Uncle Roger so I started calling for his name.

No answer. I was panicking. We were in the middle of the ocean, with bodies floating around us, and alone. Probably Uncle Roger was dead along with the pilot and the flight attendants. Wait, I saw one them trying to calm one of the three children. I swam as I could and realized I was right; my wrist was broken. I tried to help her with the children.

“What happened? Why did we crash? Where are we?” I yelled at her. She was too busy dealing with the children to even notice me. “Hey!” she looked at me.

“What?” she screamed and the kids started crying again.

“Where are we?” I said more aggressive. One of the kids, a little boy about six grabbed my neck making me wince and started crying in my shoulder and asking where her mother was. I patted his head and told him that I did not know.

“In the Atlantic Ocean…” one of the little girls, about eight was crying in her shoulder. There was another boy crying and trying not to drown. I tried to get to him but he went down, I panicked and started screaming.

“I got him!” said one the men. He had a huge cut that started in his eye and ended in his cheek. The little boy was in panic and gasping for air and the man tried to console him. “There, there,” but it was useless. He was crying more because the other passengers were screaming names, groaning in pain or asking for help. Then I heard something.

It was a baby crying. The woman that was screaming for her baby heard it and starting swimming, looking for him. Then I saw a moses basket floating around. The mother saw it too and tried to catch it but it was too far. She was crying in desperation for her baby but she was too weak to swim after it. I turned to Amanda and handed her the boy. He didn’t want to let go but I promised him that I would be back and that he was going to be with my sister. Since she and I look the same he accepted her and started sobbing again. The survivors were screaming to me not go, that I was going to die and that I was crazy. I did not listen, that baby needed me and her mother and if I didn’t act at the moment he would die. The baby moses basket was far but I swam as fast as I could until I caught it. The baby was swollen from crying and had some minor burns in her little head. I was relieved that she was alive and so I started pushing the basket with the baby towards the survivors which had made a circle. When I was almost there I felt a current pull me down. I tried to fight it and swim as hard as I could but it was too strong. I thought I was going to die and that I would never see my sister again. I grabbed my throat and started swallowing water and it hurt.

Little by little everything started turning black, but then I felt a hard grip on my arm. It was pulling me towards a light that was beyond the water. Was I been rescued by an angel? Or am I going to Heaven? Finally I can be at peace… wrong! I was welcomed by screaming and coughing. I was still dizzy but I could still hear everything. My sister was trying not to cry in order to not alarm the little boy. A man was suggesting to let the current drag me down since I was dead anyways, the mother was crying and hugging the moses basket and whispering to her baby that everything was going to be all right; that mama was with her right now. The person who brought me was screaming to the man that he should shut the hell up.

“Look what I found!” said another flight attendant. It was a life raft. I was losing the battle so the man who had me screamed at her to opened it. She tried but the man who was yelling for me to die pushed her and so did the others who tried to get the life raft into their hands. It was chaos! Then I heard a gunshot. Everything went quiet. I did not know a gun worked if it was wet… guess it’s not a black powder gun.

“People! Calm down! This girl is dying and we need that life raft open immediately!” The flight attendant got the life raft and opened it. I heard it, faintly, how it inflated. Some started cheering and thanking God for the help. The man got me in the raft and started providing CPR. He put his mouth in mine and started blowing and pumping with his fists in my chest. The fifth time I felt the water rise in my throat and spilled thru my mouth. I started coughing and gasping for air but fell back. The man caressed my forehead and smiled.

“You are a very brave girl,” I looked at his green eyes and then at the blue sky. I could see the shape of a bird. It looked like it had its wings stretched and was flying thru the sky.

“Bird,” I whispered and I could hear the angry man saying that I had gone crazy. My sister snapped at him, still with the boy in her arms. The man scowled and looked away.

After an hour I stood up, my vision was still blurry and I was still a little dizzy but I needed to get my body moving. I winced when I bumped my wrist with an elbow. I pressed it in my chest and covered it with my other hand. I sat next to my sister and laid my head in her shoulder. I felt how she was trebling from cold but it wasn’t that. She was crying.

“Amanda,” my voice was hoarse and I had to swallow to get it louder. “Don’t cry,” She shook her head and hugged tighter the boy who was crying too.

“I thought I lost you,” she wiped her tears violently. “I thought that I was going to be alone,” I shook my head.

“I’m sorry,” A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek.

***
It was night time and it was freezing cold. I could hear the jitters of the teeth of the survivors. I was next to Amanda and the little boy. I tried to give him as much warmth was possible; the poor thing was so cold that his lips were turning blue. If it weren’t for the blankets that were stuffed in the raft we would have died from hypothermia. The man who saved me was talking with the two flight attendants and the man with the little boy. They were talking about how they should use the flare gun and neon lights for help. Then I heard something.

I ordered everyone to be quiet for a moment. The survivors looked at me and for a moment there was silence. I didn’t hear anything. The angry man glared and the others kept talking without asking me what I heard. Then I heard it again and this time clearer. “There is someone still in the water!” I yelled and winced when my throat hurt. Everyone stayed quiet and heard a voice crying for help. It sounded like a male’s.

I took one of the neon lights and snapped it with my knee and started waving. I ordered the man to use the flare gun to see who was still in the water. When the orange light illuminated the dark ocean I saw a figure swimming and screaming for help. At that moment I forgot about my injured hand, I put the neon tube in my mouth and tried to jump. Amanda screamed my name and the man who saved me from drowning grabbed my arm.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I glared.

“I’m going to save that person’s life. He must be freezing to death right now!” I tried to get away from his grip. “Let go!”

“Give me that!” he took the neon tube. “I will get him, you have a broken wrist and you almost drown. You are lucky to be alive so I suggest you to keep warm and let me deal with it. I’ll go rescue the person.” And with that, he took his shoe off and dipped into the black ocean. The only thing I could see was a green light getting away slowly until I saw it wave back and forth. He had gotten the person and now he was struggling to swim back to us. I wanted to jump and help him but I knew I would be on the way so I broke another neon tube to help him see where he needed to swim.

“Is he crazy?” said the angry man. I ignored him and kept waving with my good hand. When he was closer the man with the little boy and the angry man helped them get on. The three of them were trembling… yes three. It was the hero, the boy who was screaming for help and a little boy. I took my blanket and covered the boy who looked like he was convulsing, and looked for more blankets to dry the others.

“Hurry and take your clothes off!” I ordered him but he was shaking too much. I had to use my good and bad hand to help the three of them to take their clothes off. It was a challenge and had it not been for the two flight attendants I would have lost. The little boy, about ten was still shaking uncontrollably so I took my shirt off, leaving myself in bra and hugged him. I winced with the cold and ordered Amanda to cover me with the blankets. She did and now I was trying to warm him. The others put as many blankets as possible on the teenager and on the man. Both of them laid on the floor and had been massaged by the flight attendants to keep them warm.

After a while the boy stopped shaking I looked at him to see if he was all right. He looked sleepy so I had to wake him up. The poor thing was tired but I was afraid that if he closed his eyes he might never wake up gain. So I started asking questions.

“Hey there little guy. What’s your name?” he looked at me and then looked passed me, swooning away. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Where am I?” he mumbled.

“In the middle of the ocean. Now, tell me what’s your name?”

“Mark,” he said.

“Good, now Mark. Stay with me now ok?” he shook his head.

“I’m sleepy,” he mumbled again. I sighed; I didn’t want him to die.

“Are you warm?” he nodded and laid his head between my breasts. “Well at least let us know each other’s name.” I said caressing Mark’s back. “My name is Alice Blackwood, I’m twenty years old and I’m an art teacher.”

“This is bullshit,” said the angry man. “I don’t need to tell you my name.” I glared.

“Fine you old prune.” I snapped. “It’s not like I care,” I looked away.

“Well,” said Amanda. “I’m Amanda Blackwood, I’m twenty years old and I’m a Vet.” I laid my head in her shoulder.

“I’m Nathan Smith. I’m twenty six and I play the piano.” I nodded to the man who helped the little boy from drowning. One of the flight attendants cleaned the blood of his face and now he had a big cut in his face.

“I’m Gabriel Brooks, I’m twenty six and I want to get the hell out of here,” I nodded and sight. The man who saved me was so true. Everyone wanted to get the hell out of here.

“Carla Diaz and this is my partner Jessica Greenfield. Do we have to say age?” I shook my head.

“Nora Deep and this is my baby angel Adriana.” She looked at her baby and kissed her tiny head.

“Jonathan Snyder, sixteen and that,” he pointed at the boy who I was holding. “Is my little brother Mark.”

“Sasha and I want mommy,” said the girl in the arms of Jessica. She whispered something in Sasha’s ear and started comforting her.

“This little guy is Tommy,” said Nathan.

“And this one is Sebastian,” said Amanda. They were so tired that they couldn’t talk properly.

After that we all saw the sun rise. It was very beautiful how the black sky turned pink, orange and then blue in minutes. I wanted to cry all day. The feeling of desperation and impotence was so overwhelming that a tear rolled down. I even missed Uncle Rogge and knowing that he will never come back was the saddest thing I would ever think. Mark stretched his little hand comforted me. I smiled at him and took a strand of his black hair out of his sweaty forehead. His brother was still cold so I had to be in charge of him.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” said Gabriel and I nodded. “Don’t worry, we will get out of here,” and I nodded again.

“Man, I want to play the piano so badly right now,” said Nathan.

“You will,” smiled Amanda. All we could do now is to bring hope in each other even if one self has lost it.

In one corner Erik Kelso, the angry man, was crying his eyes out. No one comforted him until Sasha patted his back and smiled. I don’t know if that plane crash gave me super-sonic hearing but I swore I could hear some helicopters and I did! A big one was coming our way and I started screaming and waving my hand. The others did the same and we started cheering and screaming. I looked at Gabriel and Nathan and both had tears in their eyes. I hugged Mark and realized that that was the happiest day of my life.