I tried to escape, tried to open my eyes, but something kept holding me back. I could hear the police sirens, the gun shots. I could feel the tears dropping down my face, the blood oozing down my arm. I looked around the plane: everyone was dead. everyone had left me by myself, like they had promised they would. I felt lonely. I remember their snarls and snickers as they kept glancing my way just hours ago. I had ignored them then, but did I know it was them that would kill him and then die for their own righteousness? I was alive, they were dead. They got the easy way out. It wasn't fair.


And then I opened my eyes. It was just a dream. Everything was alright.


-AA