Plane Crash Dreams PT. 1

This is a story I wrote for my English class a long time ago. The story's title came from Josh Farro's song "Plane Crash Dreams". Enjoy~

It happened in a second. One moment we were in the sky on our way to Siesta Fest in Brazil; the next, and our plane was down in the Amazon and everyone was dead. The pilot, the crew, Dave, Krist...Courtney.

We were the only survivors, Francis and I. It was around 10AM and my mind wandered back to the airport. How could we be expecting to land in paradise just four short hours ago, and now all my friends were gone? All I had left was my daughter, and we were stranded in the middle of absolute nowhere.

As I climbed from the wreckage of the plane, carrying my nine-month-old, we could both feel the humidity pour down on us. I felt immediately uncomfortable and thought how extremely selfish I was knowing that my friends were in much worse condition. I tried not to think of them. Their bloody faces, missing limbs; it was all too much.

I walked for about an hour carrying Francis through the overgrown mass of treesand ferns. I knew it was silly to even be looking, but I still kept my eyes peeled for any sign of help. A hospital, a police station, anyone who could save my friends. They were dead; I never let that go of that thought, I simply pushed it to the back of my mind and proceeded to play the inch of hope that had escaped reality in a loop much like a melody.

We walked for several more hours until 2AM found us asleep under a large canopy of low-hanging branches. It wasn't that I was so tired; the thought of sleep didn't dare enter my mind. It was the look on the face of Francis that told me she knew. Under a year old and she still managed to piece together all that had happened. The plane exploded, it crashed into the jungle, and now Uncle Dave, Uncle Krist and Mommy were gone forever. "But why?", her eyes seemed to ask. It was at this moment I realized I too had been looming over our fate, and decided that a little rest of the mind couldn't hurt. So we walked for about another hour and eventually found a place to settle into the night. Was this life as we knew it? From living in California valleys and hills, flying first class, to sleeping on rocks in a rainforest, foriegn country and all? Is this what we had come to?