The Crash - Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

“No! Lyla!” Jonah screamed, he was screaming and he realized it was bright, noisy, as if he transferred from the cold waters to a place where noisy and chatter gave through. It was the hospital room, no the emergency room, he opened his blurred eyes, looking around for her, trying to stay awake even though heavily sedated. he got the courage to get up, yet there was people pressing down on him, some was saying as if surprised “he’s alive”

Again Jonah thought, where the hell is Lyla, strapped again on the mouth an oxygen mask, he turned his head left and right looking for his dear one he couldn’t find her. Still fighting the hands around him, breathing heavily panicked, he suddenly saw the two angels in his dreams or he thought was a dream.

They were just standing there. He thought they might be waiting for the right time to take him away from this madness. Next to them was a bed with a girl, a girl he knew and loved. Lyla.  She was strapped to an oxygen mask, and people surrounding her trying to resuscitate. The next thing he knew, they had her jacked up with cables everywhere. They were panicking. Letting her oxygen mask off. She didn’t make it. They gave up. The angels were looking down on her, ready to take her.

“No don’t take her, take me instead!” Jonah yelled in anger. He took her hands somehow. Her hand was cold as stone. He couldn’t take anymore and the nurses sedated him once more to keep him away from further destruction.

But this time both of them had gone somewhere peaceful. The two angels who never were named in this story was Kayla and Kayleen were talking, seemed more like a murmur. The blond Kayleen was pacing or more gliding back and forth frustrated yet graceful and content at the same time said, “How could this happen? It could’ve been a fair share!” she sounded like singing yet she was bellowing to her sister Kayla. The black winged Kayla just smiled.” I guess Father has a different way of seeing things.” She added, “and I won this bet.”

The blond white winged Kayla pouted but then had to fly around the world on earth we should say for 8 times. She was exhausted by the time she came back, with Kayleen waiting and said, “Father sent his regards, maybe next time. These two still needs to be on earth.”

Gracefully Kayla just swayed though mad bellowed, “but why?”

Kayleen answered with a smile so dark, “they still have compassion that the world lacks nowadays.”

Somewhere far from the two confusing angels who were dueling never-endingly, the two lovebirds were quietly breathing hold on to the last pieces of what the call compassion and their dear life.

The Crash - Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

I woke up realizing that there were now three people looking at me or around me in that matter. The two had wings looked so much like Ashlee and Kimmy. I called out, “Ash, Kimmy!” but they didn’t reply. They looked rather surprised when I looked at them. I wondered why. Jonah just told me to wait; he held his hand into mine.

I finally got my voice back, though croaky knowing what I’m seeing must be a dream or a nightmare. I told Jonah, “I’m thirsty” he just looked at me with those big black round eyes, a frustrated look, yet angry, it was just different than I have ever seen. He said to me, “ so am I.”

What was going on? I wondered. He looked pale, too pale in fact. Jonah’s round eyes were more wider as if dying. I had to ask, just had to, “are you dead Jonah?” Jonah just looked away. I knew the answer straight away. I was angry, the reality was too much. What I was thinking actually is real. I wasn’t delusional. It was really him, but in some other  form.

“how could you just leave me?” I screamed in anger. “not now.” I paused thinking of a way to be with him. “fine, I’m coming with you!”

He looked surprised but turned away and said I couldn’t. I had to think, to risk it all, but before I could mouth my thoughts he already read it. He told me, “don’t you even dare Lyla.” He kept glaring at me but the words are not spoken. It was punctured through my mind over and over again. He was leaving me. He was just bidding his last goodbyes.

No, I had to fight back, somehow, so I won’t be alone. He promised never to leave me. I fought hard with him in my mind. I was dying anyway, the chance of my survival would only be 5%, I’ve been in the water for nearly 72 hours and counting. He softened his look and stared at me with the eyes I could never be able to win over a fight, and said, “There’s hope, even in the smallest part.” I could never live if I didn’t see those beautiful eyes, his voice, no! Never!

Jonah stroke my cheek, giving me comfort.  But now for some reason I cannot feel him. As if he wasn’t there. I thought of another way. A quicker faster way to end this, I’d rather him not see me die and I see him any longer so I can somehow move on when it’s utterly impossible. No I had to make him leave, so I would find a way to die. Maybe just maybe I could replace him dying instead.  Jonah hated me say hate. So I asked him for the several hundredth time, “are you going to leave me?”

He just stood there, no floated with me with pitiful sorrow. It punctured me to my bones when I said those words. “what is it then?” demanding for an answer. My heart was pounding and my lungs hurt more of the sorrow rather than from the internal bleeding of the punctured ribs. He finally said it coldly “yes.”

One thing to say is, Jonah never had the courage to lie to me. He was always true as long as I have ever knew him. But he knew me inside out; for me or any other person to say the most hurtful thing was  “I hate you” to your loved one. He knew I was going to say it. He told me, “don’t you even dare to say, you hate me!” a breath just ran through my lungs and I took the courage to say it “I hate you, go away!” “you’re lying.” He said with frustration.

“I hate you, you’re going to leave me.”  Catching my breath I yelled, “hate me!” and yes the two angels were looking down watching in awe or at least one of them was.

The blond-haired angel looked so pure, glistened with light just smiled that gave me more strength to fight this madness. But the black haired had a sort of grunge look, but no expression as I couldn’t read. I could over hear them talk. The blond was saying to her sister, “Help me take care of this,” with some kind of hurried expression. I didn’t exactly understand what she meant so I said nothing. The black winged just replied her graceful sister with a cold expression, not budging to the fact her sister is trying to make this event quicker somehow with some kind of magic. “This is out of our reach, its not our time to interfere,” I would hope this is over so I had agreed in my mind with the white winged angel instead of the fact the black winged angel wouldn’t do anything. She continued, “It depends on their own faith.”

The blond angel with her soft features across her face, softly and so gently just glided across the opposite side of her grunge punk sister with her so strong hard features replied, “It’s so tiring looking at humans with so much compassion yet only some have it.”

The punk angel which in my opinion really looks like the angel of death but too beautiful to be one, said to her sister with a sly smile, “Just wait and see” all this conversation went on with the two dying creatures below arguing on their own.

“please hold on Lyla. I promise to be with until the end, just like my promise to you. Just like my proposal before all this happened.”

Filled with anger, knowing I’m losing this fight to get Jonah away from either my thoughts I told him, “until the end? Until I die? No!” I screeched. That one loud scream too everything with me. My hopes, dreams, and the breathe from me. Everything became blurry, pain stricken lungs suddenly just gave in. It was time to do the plan. I had to do it, I said to myself. I rushed to hold on for one more breathe, and said to Jonah or the spirit or delusional image of Jonah, “I love you” and then I could see it. The suitcase was above me, slowing going further smaller above me and I was alone. I had no more room for more carbon dioxide in my lungs, slowly but sure my nose gave in, water slowly filled my lungs, which now mas mixed with the blood inside it.  But for some reason, I felt this was going to slow, too long. I could still see and hear. It wasn’t exactly like in films where things just went fast with the drowning victim just strangled and strangled untul no more. There was no bright light, no clouds or peace.

Above me I could still see and hear Jonah screaming but couldn’t hold me, as if he was ghost all along just trying to grab me with his fading arms and then it went black.

The Crash - Chapter 1

Imagine a love so strong even the winds couldn’t tear it apart

Imagine being so love struck your heart would explode with

Every meeting, words, smiles, and touch you felt

A love that gives all the butterflies, the sweetness

Nobody could even describe

Imagining losing all that in an instant, in the time of happiness..

All I can remember was a plane crash, and a flash of light and it went black.

Awaken by the cold air and the sound of water crashing. My head was spinning, my mouth felt dry and salty. Tried to open my eyes and all I could see was things floating around me, including myself, a suitcase that I was actually on. I lost my contacts some way or another, so everything was blurry by sight. I was alone, as I think I am, but as far as my vision goes there were bodies but with no faces I could recognize.

Then it hit me. I tried to remember the last thing on my mind. “Where’s Jonah? Ash, Kim?” I tried screaming, “help!” but nothing came out, all it was a croaking sound coming out of my throat. I felt sleepy, woozy and so I drifted back to unconsciousness. A distinct voice was calling me, but I couldn’t recall who, “stay awake Lyla, please stay awake! Live!”

I knew that voice somewhere, my mind kept drifting on and my eyes tried to open trying to see in the with my poor vision it was Jonah. I tried to call back, “Jonah, Jonah!” but there was no reply. I was scared as hell, but where is he? I thought.

 I called out again for Ashlee and Kimberly the twins but again no answer. I felt pain on my left side. It was numb but some hot scorching hot pain was there. I looked down; there was no wound, no blood. I think I broke my ribs. I started coughing up blood.

Being a pharmacist gives you the advantage on knowing what actually happens to the body in medical terms, yes I have a feeling my ribs has punctured my lungs. The after effects are, coughing up blood. This is not good I thought.  Unless someone comes to the rescue maybe I could make it in time before my lungs are filled with my own blood.  I needed rest, so I thought of drifting back to sleep just to take away the pain.

This time it was night again. I tried counting; I think I slept for maybe a whole day. This time I was completely alone, no suitcases, no parts of the crash in sight. I wanted to go home.  I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t, the salt water has made me dehydrated. I wanted to die right there, get this over and done with. Just let me die in peace. And it happened, Jonah was next to me, he kissed me on the tip of my head. I felt relieved, I wanted to cry on his shoulders, hold him tight, and tell him how frightened I am. I wanted to say or actually attempting to say, “What are you doing here?” and then he replied without even speaking a word through my mind, “just stay calm, you’ll be alright I promise you.” As if telepathizing with the sweet boy in front of me, I spoke with my mind, “are we dead? are you dead?” the reality just hit me, is he dead? I thought. He just smiled back.

He held my head against his chest. I wish we were home. I wished we never went to Hawaii at the first place.

In another dimension, two angels were looking down at the woman floating adrift in the cold sea water below. Without speaking or without moving her lips one of the angels, the blond sparkling white graceful babe said to her sister, the dark haired-emo-mysterious girl yet beautiful as her sister angel  was floating beside her, “will we be able to take her?” her dark hair sister replied, “we shall see, her love won’t let us, at least not yet.”

Back down below, Lyla was thinking or maybe drifting in the cold deep blue sea.

I was struck down, knowing that this vacation would become a disaster, leaving my fiancée, yes my fiancée Jonah and two of my best friends in danger. I really hope somewhere they are alive. What I say and heard as Jonah has to be my own delusion, the effects of dehydration.  I hope they are alive, safe, and fine, not like me. But the fear kept creeping up in my lungs, making me hard to breath, as if giving me the fact that something is terribly wrong. And then out of nowhere, Jonah is beside me again. As if I’m calling for him just to be with him. As if my inner conscience wants him here. Again I thought why is he here? He can’t die, no shouldn’t, couldn’t!

How can this happen to me? This was supposed to be a great time; it was just before we left for Hawaii that he proposed. Yes he proposed. I loved him with all my heart and of course I said yes. So many things we’ve been through together for the past 10 years. High school as arch enemies, graduated for the same university. No way is this happening. I remember meeting him for the first time as lab partners in chemistry class. We were fighting so much on how we should or how much we should dilute a solution.  It all just escalated from there. The joking, the laughing about how much teachers aren’t married, He teased me about me having a dream to be a teacher and how I could end up just like my single-unmarried old teachers. Yes, I fret about that a lot. But now, well then before he went missing he took that fear away from me. I wasn’t going to live alone.

The funny thing about Jonah is, I never thought of him as my “one”. He never was my type. He was tall, thin too thin, very well dressed for a guy, I was the opposite. I never think of what clothes to wear to campus, I was short as hell, chubby all in the wrong places. We were different for a fact. He was rich, I was not. He had all the girls fall at his feet, me no boy would fall head over heels to take a glimpse at me. I was just the girl with the scholarships. Now suddenly out of nowhere he’s with me once again. I laughed to myself, I must be losing a lot of blood to be delusional.

He said to me, “will you still love me?” I answered him, “of course.”

The angels looked down at the two creatures, one dying of internal bleeding, one hardly alive or breathing but holding on to his dear one. The man was holding his dear one, looking up to the two fallen angels, he said, “you can’t take her until I say so.” The angels just hovered not intending to say a word in reply. He stroked her pale cheeks. He pleaded to the angels, “give me more time. Let her live please.”

Lyla heard everything.