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Chapter 2: Disaster.

As my eyes slowly opened, the darkness that had enveloped me began to dissipate, revealing a scene that was both surreal and terrifying. I was still inside the airplane, but it was no longer the sleek, silver vessel that had carried us aloft just hours before. Instead, it was a twisted, shattered wreck, its metal skin ripped apart like a tin can torn asunder by some giant hand.
I struggled to sit up, my head spinning with the effort. The world around me was a jumble of debris and destruction, the airplane's seats and luggage compartments strewn about like toys in a child's playroom. The windows were blown out, the frames twisted and battered, and the wings... the wings were nowhere to be seen.
Gabriel! My mind raced as I frantically scanned the wreckage for any sign of my little brother. And then, I saw him, his small body curled up in a ball, his eyes wide with fear as he gazed up at me. I stumbled towards him, my legs shaking like jelly, and gathered him into my arms.
We were alone, the two of us, in the midst of a wilderness that seemed to stretch on forever. The airplane's wreckage was scattered about us, a grim reminder of the disaster that had befallen us. I had no idea what had happened, no idea how we had ended up here, but I knew that this was what they called a plane crash.
Panic set in as I realized the gravity of our situation. We were 10 and 7 years old, lost in the middle of nowhere, with no food, no water, and no way to communicate with the outside world. The forest loomed around us, dark and foreboding, its trees towering above us like sentinels guarding some ancient secret.
I held Gabriel close, trying to comfort him as he trembled with fear. "It's okay, little brother," I whispered, trying to sound braver than I felt. "We'll get through this. We'll find a way out." But as I looked around at the devastation, I couldn't help but wonder if we really would make it out alive.
Gabriel's small voice trembled as he called out for our mother, his eyes welling up with tears. "Mommy... Mommy... where's Mommy?" he begged, his tiny body shaking with fear. I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at him, my heart heavy with the weight of our situation.
Despite my own panic and fear, I knew I had to be strong for Gabriel. I took a deep breath and tried to sound calm and reassuring. "Gabriel, it's okay, little brother. Mom will be back soon. She's just... she's just out there, looking for help. She'll be back soon, I promise."
But the truth was, I didn't believe it. I didn't believe we would ever see our mother again. The thought was too painful to bear, so I pushed it deep down and focused on comforting Gabriel. I held him close, trying to shield him from the harsh reality of our situation.
"We'll be okay, Gabriel," I continued, trying to sound convincing. "We'll find a way out of here. We'll find help and get back to Mom. I promise." But my words felt hollow, even to my own ears. I knew we were in a desperate situation, and I wasn't sure if we would make it out alive.
Gabriel's tears subsided slightly as he looked up at me, his eyes searching for reassurance. I forced a smile onto my face, trying to appear braver than I felt. "Hey, let's go find some help, okay? We'll be adventurers, just like in our favorite movies." I tried to sound enthusiastic, but my words felt like a thin veneer covering a deep well of fear and uncertainty.
I scanned the wreckage, my eyes scouring the debris-filled space for any sign of our backpack. After what felt like an eternity, I spotted it, partially buried under a twisted metal seat. I rushed over, my heart racing with excitement, and pulled it out from the wreckage.
I unzipped the backpack, my hands shaking with anticipation. Inside, I found our snacks, carefully packed by our mother for our trip. I pulled out two energy bars and handed one to Gabriel. "Here, little brother, eat this," I said, trying to sound calm and reassuring.
Gabriel took the bar from me, his eyes wide with uncertainty. I could see the fear and confusion in his eyes, but I also saw a glimmer of trust. He knew I was trying to take care of him, and he was relying on me to keep him safe.
I took a bite of my own energy bar, trying to savor the taste. It was dry and bland, but it was food, and we needed it to survive. I chewed slowly, trying to make it last as long as possible.
As we ate, I looked around at our surroundings. We were still trapped in the wreckage, with no clear way out. The forest loomed outside, dark and foreboding. I knew we couldn't stay here forever, but for now, it was our only shelter.
I carefully repacked the backpack, making sure to conserve our snacks. We had enough for a few days, maybe a week if we rationed them carefully. But what then? I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present moment.
"Gabriel, we need to be careful with our food," I said, trying to explain our situation. "We don't know how long we'll be here, so we need to make sure we have enough to eat." He nodded, his eyes serious, and I knew he understood.
For now, we had each other, and our snacks. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep us going. And as we sat there in the wreckage, surrounded by the remnants of our shattered airplane, I knew that we would face whatever came next together, as brothers.
Watching our situation right now really breaks my heart, where is Mom or anybody else?.

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    Zhanelle Lian Villez Angeles

    beautiful

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    Seth Andrei Pagula Pagula

    it was so good

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    AdilahNr.

    great

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