The Pressure On My Ears Built Up

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The pressure on my ears built up as we plummeted down. I blacked out. The next thing I saw was horrifying. People were motionless, blood trickling down their faces. A fire burned the remaining part of the plane. The pain piercing my leg was nothing compared to the confusion and panic building up inside me. I could feel the blood struggling to pulse through my veins. Dripping with sweat, I pulled my head up only to see that piece of glass was wedged into my tan leg. I tried looking around for somebody that could help,or even anybody that was alive, but the faces of the lifeless bodies were overwhelming and terrifying. The alarming idea came to me as a possibility at first, but as I yelled for hours, propped up on my elbows, it became more …show more content…

Please, I’m begging you,” I demanded, trying to be a little polite. Almost immediately, the person obeyed, and came out from the hiding place. Before me emerged a beautiful boy with bluish-green eyes and a muscular figure. For a minute, I couldn’t feel the pain in my leg, because of his glamor, and almost felt sorry for screaming at him. “Sorry… I’ve just… never mind,” he apologized, running to come to my aid. He sat beside me, scrunching his face as he examined my leg. “Ummm… I don’t know if it’s infected, but we’ll definitely have to take the glass out somehow…” Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he jumped to his feet. “I have an idea. I’ll be right back with a couple of things. It should only take a couple of minutes.” I nodded, annoyed that I would be alone for the next couple of minutes. “Wait,” I said, as he turned around to leave. He halted, turned back around and waited for me to continue. “Should I be worried about anything? Like, anything that could hurt me or--or even anyone that could hurt me?” He hesitated. He opened his mouth to say something, but then probably thought better of it, and merely shook his head. “Anything else?” he asked, with a kind look on his face. This time, it was me who shook my head. And with that, he left in the direction of the bushes he was hiding behind. I woke up with a start, sweat beading my forehead. Recognizing the familiar messiness of my room, I looked down at my perfectly

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