This is how I died...
I've finally typed up th story I wrote on the way to Southampton. Its a tad depressng so I'll stick some Cabin story up later. There are a few parts you will have to put down to artistic license (ie I'm fully aware the bad guy would not be able to get the gun on the plane!) I took this from the very freaky dream I had last week, I keep havign dreams of planes crashing (even beofre lost!) I guess this was jsut taking it to the next bad level!
I hope its ok.
This is how I died.
We were flying home from New York. Jamie and I had been for auditions on Broadway. Our dancing had gone really well and we were hoping for a call back. We boarded the 1005 plane for Las Vegas early unaware what was waiting for us.
I guess I better tell you a bit more about myself. The background might help to explain what happened, then again when do these things ever make sense?
My name is Suzanne but everyone calls me button, which I haven't time to explain now. I live in Las Vegas, no not in a casino, though my father does own a couple of them. We have a big house, which is a couple miles from the strip. Jamie lives next door, which in our terms means half a mile away. She is nearly a year younger than I am and not so street smart so I've always kept my eye on her. Growing up together we have shared everything, birthday parties (often at our father's hotels) our first high school cliques, clothes even. So it made sense we both got into dancing. The dancers at our father's hotels were always showing us the moves, letting us practice with them. We got pretty good. But we both wanted out, the hotel/casino scene grew old when you had grown up with it and we wanted something more professional.
There was also the mysterious disappearance of our father's workers and bodyguards. Las Vegas was no longer the safe place we used to run free around. I wasn't sure what Dad had got himself into, he never answered any of my questions, but it didn't seem safe anymore.
We knew we had to get out when mine and Jamie's Moms had been threatened when they had been out shopping. It happened to be the day we got a call from one of the Broadway theatres. This was a sign, a chance to get out.
A week later and we were in New York. We came up a couple days early to do some shopping and to suss out the area. We had decided to book into a seedy little hotel just off Broadway so father's men and his enemies wouldn't be able to find us. All went well. We relaxed, went shopping, hit a few bars. By the tie the interview we had decided where we would live and our favourite bars. The interview went well for both of us, we danced better than we ever had. The manager and director of the theatre both sounded very impressed. That night we celebrated.
The next morning feeling a little worse for ware, we made it to our 10 o'clock plane. I planned on sleeping four our 4 our journey home but Jamie was still too psyched. So we sat and planned what we were going to do once we moved to New York.
Then with only an hour left of our journey I noticed something strange. There was a guy sitting across the aisle from us who had turned round and was staring at us. Feeling pretty freaked I nudged Jamie. She looked at the man and panic flooded her face.
"That’s the man who tried to kidnap Mom!" She whispered to me. I tried not to scream. Slowly as if in slow motion the man got up, pulled out a gun from his coat and shot twice, once at me and once at Jamie.
My stomach exploded in pain. It was immense. I took Jamie's hand as tears flowed down our cheeks.
Everything felt muffed and far away, tie seemed lost. One minute the man was there the next he had vanished. The next thing I remember is a huge confusion, a voice over the planes tanony was saying we were going to crash. I looked at Jamie not understanding.
"The plane is going to crash Button"
She seemed a lot more conscious than I was. And then the passengers were being asked to leave the plane. It was going to explode; we had obviously hit the ground. I could just make out the Nevada desert through the window, we were almost home.
But Jaime and I weren't going anywhere. Though the pain had lessened now I knew I couldn't move and Jamie was clearly having the same problem. Whoever had planned this, I was guessing it was one of Dad's enemies, had planned it well. Not only had we been shot but our bodies would be burnt and unrecognizable in the planes burnt cinders.
So we waited for the plane to explode. My mind had gone completely clear, I didn't feel any pain anymore and I was expecting I was going to die. I held Jamie's hand and we laughed, we were planning our life away from all this but it had got to us before we could escape.
That's how I died, with an ironic smile on my face, almost free.
I'm off to get a bit more work done before I write some christmasslashpresents!
I hope its ok.
This is how I died.
We were flying home from New York. Jamie and I had been for auditions on Broadway. Our dancing had gone really well and we were hoping for a call back. We boarded the 1005 plane for Las Vegas early unaware what was waiting for us.
I guess I better tell you a bit more about myself. The background might help to explain what happened, then again when do these things ever make sense?
My name is Suzanne but everyone calls me button, which I haven't time to explain now. I live in Las Vegas, no not in a casino, though my father does own a couple of them. We have a big house, which is a couple miles from the strip. Jamie lives next door, which in our terms means half a mile away. She is nearly a year younger than I am and not so street smart so I've always kept my eye on her. Growing up together we have shared everything, birthday parties (often at our father's hotels) our first high school cliques, clothes even. So it made sense we both got into dancing. The dancers at our father's hotels were always showing us the moves, letting us practice with them. We got pretty good. But we both wanted out, the hotel/casino scene grew old when you had grown up with it and we wanted something more professional.
There was also the mysterious disappearance of our father's workers and bodyguards. Las Vegas was no longer the safe place we used to run free around. I wasn't sure what Dad had got himself into, he never answered any of my questions, but it didn't seem safe anymore.
We knew we had to get out when mine and Jamie's Moms had been threatened when they had been out shopping. It happened to be the day we got a call from one of the Broadway theatres. This was a sign, a chance to get out.
A week later and we were in New York. We came up a couple days early to do some shopping and to suss out the area. We had decided to book into a seedy little hotel just off Broadway so father's men and his enemies wouldn't be able to find us. All went well. We relaxed, went shopping, hit a few bars. By the tie the interview we had decided where we would live and our favourite bars. The interview went well for both of us, we danced better than we ever had. The manager and director of the theatre both sounded very impressed. That night we celebrated.
The next morning feeling a little worse for ware, we made it to our 10 o'clock plane. I planned on sleeping four our 4 our journey home but Jamie was still too psyched. So we sat and planned what we were going to do once we moved to New York.
Then with only an hour left of our journey I noticed something strange. There was a guy sitting across the aisle from us who had turned round and was staring at us. Feeling pretty freaked I nudged Jamie. She looked at the man and panic flooded her face.
"That’s the man who tried to kidnap Mom!" She whispered to me. I tried not to scream. Slowly as if in slow motion the man got up, pulled out a gun from his coat and shot twice, once at me and once at Jamie.
My stomach exploded in pain. It was immense. I took Jamie's hand as tears flowed down our cheeks.
Everything felt muffed and far away, tie seemed lost. One minute the man was there the next he had vanished. The next thing I remember is a huge confusion, a voice over the planes tanony was saying we were going to crash. I looked at Jamie not understanding.
"The plane is going to crash Button"
She seemed a lot more conscious than I was. And then the passengers were being asked to leave the plane. It was going to explode; we had obviously hit the ground. I could just make out the Nevada desert through the window, we were almost home.
But Jaime and I weren't going anywhere. Though the pain had lessened now I knew I couldn't move and Jamie was clearly having the same problem. Whoever had planned this, I was guessing it was one of Dad's enemies, had planned it well. Not only had we been shot but our bodies would be burnt and unrecognizable in the planes burnt cinders.
So we waited for the plane to explode. My mind had gone completely clear, I didn't feel any pain anymore and I was expecting I was going to die. I held Jamie's hand and we laughed, we were planning our life away from all this but it had got to us before we could escape.
That's how I died, with an ironic smile on my face, almost free.
I'm off to get a bit more work done before I write some christmasslashpresents!