FicWad

CHAPTER 5 (QUESTIONS)-
Looking at his sweaty face, I smile. How could he be so helpless, yet so smart? Helping him that red hot day has benefited me so much, so why do we fight? Sometimes I want to stop him to tell him how I really feel, how much my heart beats for him even though I’ve only known him for a short while. Did I know him really well before this and my previous feelings are just filtering through? The sky is red filled with ash; will it ever be blue again? Looking into his eyes I notice he’s still kind of sad, but why?
Smiling at him, he turns around and scoffs at me. Even though I think he’s sweet and is missing his natural call, I scoff back. Should I tell him how I actually feel? Should I tell him that my lips ache for more? What should I do? Maybe he’s just trying to get me to love him so he can come back and kill me with my own knife. Taking in account for the two or three times he kissed me, I think I will be just fine, yet I still worry.
As I look at his soft smile that he tries to hide, I notice something falling out of the sky. Even though it’s highly impossible, a plane falls out of the ash. The red light illuminates the locomotive as it plummets to the sand. Nudging Jonathan, I freak out and start running towards it. How did it even get here? Maybe it will have supplies, food, or even people on it!
Running takes too long. Wishing I was in a car I sprint to the not -near-enough plane. As I run through the sand, I see rows of palm trees. Where did they come from? Seeing a tree helps my sanity, but screws with Jonathans. Am I imagining all of this, is it all in my head? Is running towards this even worth it? I mean, what if there’s nothing there? Then I’ll just look stupid in front of the one I, supposedly, love.
Arriving at the crash landing, I pull Jonathan, showing him a pack of airplane peanuts, “This is it! Do you know what this could mean? People, food, MAPS!”
“Yea, but… but what if we’re wrong?”
“Wrong on what?” I ask him, scared.
“Nothing, never mind.” He gulps, looking around at the flaming metals and seats. Striping a non-burning seat of its red and blue cover, I unleash foam seats and life jackets.
“This would be a nice place to crash tonight when the flame extinguish,” I say whole-heartedly, picking up a black torn seat belt.
“I suppose.”
“Alright then, it’s settled, we spend the night here tonight.”
Suddenly I black out and hit the grass.
He comes towards me with the syringe in hand, glasses on face, and gloves in other hand. He looks almost happy, like he’s happy to frighten me.
“Sit still, Baby girl.” He says as I try to struggle away, yet the straps tug on my freedom.
“Help, somebody help me!” I yell as I lash in different directions. What do I do? Asking myself this question freaks me out. He puts the “sedative” inside of my neck as darkness fades to black.
Shaking back to life, I feel Jonathan pick me up and carry me under the canopy of the plane.
“I understand it now,” I say, scaring Jonathan half to death.
“Understand what exactly?!”
“Get this. We’re all just wood chips in a park. We get kicked around, picked at, and stepped on, but we just do our job on our land anyway. No matter how far we get kicked, how much we get picked at, and no matter how painful it is to get stepped on, we must pursue. Our destiny is to do what is right, what we were taught to do. We must protect our land and life while still moving forward. There were millions of us and we were all very different. We continue to do as we do best; be what we are, humans.”
“Oh, no. What’d you hit your head on?” He says sarcastically.
“I’m being serious!”
“Ok, ok. Now, get some sleep, Silly,” he says, laying me down on the ground.
“No, but seriously. I had one of those dreams again, yet I actually took a lesson out of this one. The doctor came at me and I got frightened and freaked out, but for someone reason it gave me a strong will to live. Now I realize that we all struggle to survive, when you think about it,” I say as he gives me the stupidest look ever.
“No, but seriously… go to bed… you might be sick. I believe you, I just think there is something wrong, so get a good night’s sleep and we’ll check out the rest of this metal hell shell tomorrow,” he says, kissing my forehead. I pretend to fall asleep, but I can’t because my mind is racing. I’m kind of scared to fall asleep because I don’t know what I’ll dream about. As I’m laying here thinking, I start to doze off. Finally, I’m asleep.
“Mommy! Mooooommmyy! Wake up!” Ember yells at the top of her lungs.
“Baby, what is it?” I yell as I run from my bedroom to her room. Jay didn’t wake up for some reason.
“Mommy… there’s something scary in the corner of my room…” she says, crying.
“Babe, there’s nothing there, you just had a bad dream, now go back to bed,” I try to explain as I feel a chill greet me down my back. As I rock her back and forth, I look around her room. She’s finally asleep. What could she be talking about? I have questions run through my mind as I walk down the hall to go back to sleep. Why didn’t Jay hear her? Laying down, I see something out of my right eye.
“What the hell are you doing in my room!?” I exclaim as I see a tall, dark figure in the corner of my room.
“What the hell?” I ask.
“What is it, Sam?” Jonathan asks quietly, half asleep.
“Oh? Huh? Oh. Nothing…” I answer, confused. “It’s nothing… Go back to bed now.” I ask myself what I just saw as I stare at the stars with no thought of going back to sleep.