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I opened my eyes slowly. Shaking my head to clear the fuzziness, I attempted to look around. My vision was blurred, It was difficult to make out anything other than flickering orange lights, in the distance. My head was aching and I could feel the warm blood trickle down the side. Although I was dimly aware of sounds, My ears seemed to be blocked. They registered far back in my mind, but I could not make out the stifled screams for help. They almost sounded animal in their desperation. They chilled my blood, assuring me that I would never forget the sound of their tragic, nearly inhuman panic. I finally decided to try and stand up, but I fell straight back down. My guess is I had been out for a few hours; it was really dark but the strange orange lights appeared to be getting brighter.
When I had finally been able to stand up, I walked along the part of the plane that seemed to still be intact. Across from what looked like a few seats a man coughed and startled me so much I jumped and let out a yelp. He looked seriously injured, he was bleeding a lot, his ear seemed to be hanging on with one piece of skin. Even at this unpleasant sight I surprised myself and bent down to talk to the man. He tried to say something to me, I couldn’t hear him my ears were still blocked. I yelled at him to speak up about five times; it was no good, he was dead. It's just carnage as I got back up to try and find some survivors; seats were broken in half, bodies were strewn across each other. My adrenaline must have kept me going up until this point, As I saw a mother cradle her dying baby, I broke down in tears.
Someone touched my shoulder, it’s the flight attendant from before, the one who brought me my food and drink. Her appearance took my breath away, she was so perfect before and now her hair was matted with blood. Her face was cut and bruised, but nothing that looked too serious. She told me her name was Laura, and that we should search the remains of the plane for survivors. I didn’t know if I could do this, I couldn’t see anyone else die. She tried to calm me, how could she still be so professional, can't she see the disaster that had unfolded before us? I asked her if she knew what happened, how can a plane just fall from the sky? She couldn’t remember anything, except the darkness that engulfed us. The pilot must know, why wasn’t she asking the pilot? Where was the pilot? This is when it occurred to me that Laura had probably already checked for the pilot, and he too had been taken by death.
As we searched the remainder of the plane, I couldn’t help but think to myself; why me? Why am I the one who survived? Why do I have to look around and see people taking their last breath? To die a harrowing death. I had to pull myself together, I needed to be strong to try and help other people. The screams were so loud now, my ears seemed to have unblocked themselves. I went over to the mother of the baby that died and picked her up. She was not responding to anything I was saying. I told her we had to leave; we had to find help, but she would not move. She just stood with her body cloaked around her precious child. He must of only been a few weeks old, he still had that newborn look about him. I tried to visualize how this day started off for this young mother. She would have been on her way home, to a relatives' house maybe, to show him off, or perhaps just away on holiday. She would have been so happy just about ten hours ago. How much has her world changed? Laura came over and told us she had found two more survivors; Mark and Lisa. They did not appear to be hurt. There were no more survivors on the plane, and we decided to leave, to look around the outside. What would be waiting for us outside, I didn’t want to think about it. Laura asked the mother of the baby if she wanted to bring him with us, of course the mother wanted to bring him. What was Laura thinking? Although the question did seem to get a reaction from the mother. She started to scream at Laura, she said she wasn’t going to leave him alone. Just discard him like he was some old bag that she didn’t need. She demanded that he would remain with us until we had been found, until she could take him home and give him a proper burial. Somewhere she felt she could say her goodbyes, she wasn’t ready to let him go. It was at this point; after we covered up baby Harry in his blanket, we made our move to leave.
I opened my eyes slowly. Shaking my head to clear the fuzziness, I attempted to look around. My vision was blurred, It was difficult to make out anything other than flickering orange lights, in the distance. My head was aching and I could feel the warm blood trickle down the side. Although I was dimly aware of sounds, My ears seemed to be blocked. They registered far back in my mind, but I could not make out the stifled screams for help. They almost sounded animal in their desperation. They chilled my blood, assuring me that I would never forget the sound of their tragic, nearly inhuman panic. I finally decided to try and stand up, but I fell straight back down. My guess is I had been out for a few hours; it was really dark but the strange orange lights appeared to be getting brighter.
When I had finally been able to stand up, I walked along the part of the plane that seemed to still be intact. Across from what looked like a few seats a man coughed and startled me so much I jumped and let out a yelp. He looked seriously injured, he was bleeding a lot, his ear seemed to be hanging on with one piece of skin. Even at this unpleasant sight I surprised myself and bent down to talk to the man. He tried to say something to me, I couldn’t hear him my ears were still blocked. I yelled at him to speak up about five times; it was no good, he was dead. It's just carnage as I got back up to try and find some survivors; seats were broken in half, bodies were strewn across each other. My adrenaline must have kept me going up until this point, As I saw a mother cradle her dying baby, I broke down in tears.
Someone touched my shoulder, it’s the flight attendant from before, the one who brought me my food and drink. Her appearance took my breath away, she was so perfect before and now her hair was matted with blood. Her face was cut and bruised, but nothing that looked too serious. She told me her name was Laura, and that we should search the remains of the plane for survivors. I didn’t know if I could do this, I couldn’t see anyone else die. She tried to calm me, how could she still be so professional, can't she see the disaster that had unfolded before us? I asked her if she knew what happened, how can a plane just fall from the sky? She couldn’t remember anything, except the darkness that engulfed us. The pilot must know, why wasn’t she asking the pilot? Where was the pilot? This is when it occurred to me that Laura had probably already checked for the pilot, and he too had been taken by death.
As we searched the remainder of the plane, I couldn’t help but think to myself; why me? Why am I the one who survived? Why do I have to look around and see people taking their last breath? To die a harrowing death. I had to pull myself together, I needed to be strong to try and help other people. The screams were so loud now, my ears seemed to have unblocked themselves. I went over to the mother of the baby that died and picked her up. She was not responding to anything I was saying. I told her we had to leave; we had to find help, but she would not move. She just stood with her body cloaked around her precious child. He must of only been a few weeks old, he still had that newborn look about him. I tried to visualize how this day started off for this young mother. She would have been on her way home, to a relatives' house maybe, to show him off, or perhaps just away on holiday. She would have been so happy just about ten hours ago. How much has her world changed? Laura came over and told us she had found two more survivors; Mark and Lisa. They did not appear to be hurt. There were no more survivors on the plane, and we decided to leave, to look around the outside. What would be waiting for us outside, I didn’t want to think about it. Laura asked the mother of the baby if she wanted to bring him with us, of course the mother wanted to bring him. What was Laura thinking? Although the question did seem to get a reaction from the mother. She started to scream at Laura, she said she wasn’t going to leave him alone. Just discard him like he was some old bag that she didn’t need. She demanded that he would remain with us until we had been found, until she could take him home and give him a proper burial. Somewhere she felt she could say her goodbyes, she wasn’t ready to let him go. It was at this point; after we covered up baby Harry in his blanket, we made our move to leave.