The Pressure On My Ears Built Up

Vehemently, I threw my myself on the bed, covered my head with pillows and screamed in pain and agony.Like a pack of wild, hungry ferocious wolves, the thoughts began to commence and every second they got louder. Like paws,every sentence clawed at my brain,every thought pierced my mind in agony,and my body began to shake. The shivers started from the tip of my fingers and cascaded straight down my gut, my body shook, and I screamed

“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”

“Hey Mike has one like tha-” Nix stopped himself mid sentence, not even wanting to finish what he knew he was about to say.

At 8:46 am that morning I felt a sharp pain in my side. It was then that I realized that an airplane had hit me in the side. Parts of me were falling apart and I did not know what to do. As I stood there in despair and not knowing what to do I just looked out and saw many things happen at once. People were scramming to get out and to find safety from this disaster and me. The police and firemen arrived and tried to help the people. Minutes later at 9:03 am my brother who still stood tall and strong was also hit by an airplane. I couldn’t bear to look at him and the pain that he was going through. Though I was in

"Okay yes, it dose take me a while to heal. I don't know why though" He finally whimpers after a few moments.

"What's changed?" she asked, trying to avoid him but it didn't appear as he was listening.

As soon as the door opened, the heat hit me. It was like putting a hot iron in front of my face. But it felt even worse as there was a slight wind which pushed the heat towards me. My body was surrounded in a blanket of heat and I even started to sweat slightly. My uncle told me to wait by the lift as he went to collect the car so I wouldn’t have to walk as far and drag my suitcase along. While I waited, I took time to look around at the surroundings. I could see mountains which stretched towards the clouds and the airport behind me. There were a vast number of people walking around from their flight looking drowsy and with no energy. The frequent red double-decker bus also came and a few planes flew above my head. I didn’t even have to look, but I could hear the planes departing and arriving. The planes all looked the same in the sky, big and white with some sort of logo. During the wait, I took a few steps to take away the cramp. Although I had trainers on, I could feel and see that the floor was new. The concrete looked

“Hmm, sounds like you’ve got your work cut out for you,” he replied rather vaguely.

“I brought a few things with me from the bedroom,” he explained conversationally, as if he wasn't slowly curling a finger into Cloud at that exact moment. “I thought they might come in handy.”

“Sorry, I haven’t a clue,” he answered, smile smart. “Can’t help you out, so I guess I’ll see you around,” he stood up and watched Youma carefully, but the man just sighed and shook his head.

When I awoke, the only thing I knew was, that the severed finger in my lap wasn't mine. In horror, using my sweat shirt sleeve I picked it up and flung it onto the seat beside me. I glanced around to get a bearing on my surroundings. I was sitting in the cockpit of a helicopter. The rain trickled through the broken, and bloodied windshield. The tree ahead had annihilated the front end of the chopper. I searched the chopper for any supplies I could find. I found a lighter , some manuals for operation, and maintenance of the chopper scattered on the floor. I had also discovered a backpack with a first aid kit. Concluding I had found everything, I attempted to exit the cockpit. A sharp burning pain radiated through my right leg. I fell harshly

“I am terribly sorry, I thought I recognized you. Sorry for bothering you.” The man said as he waddled

“Uh huh.” She paused for a moment to consider what he might be thinking or planning. “I’ll let you know something tomorrow.”

I felt my heart pounding in my chest as if it was trying escape. I started to feel nauseous. I look over at my teammate, Amos and he was passed out; either from shock or motion sickness. The plane jerked and my head limpley flung forward and hit the chair in front of me. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I looked up at the pilot. His seatbelt was hanging off of the chair, his eyes were closed, and from what I saw in all of the comotion, his chest was not moving.

I tried to sit up, though my thoughts told me not to try, and I found that I was strapped down by metal bindings. There was a binding on each of my wrists, my upper arms, my thighs, my ankles, and across my waist.