Dream Diary 3
I was with my family. Beside me was a somewhat small luggage bag, and I had a backpack slung over my shoulder. I began hugging and kissing my parents and sister. They were saying bye to me, with eager smiles on their faces, anticipating great things from my journey. I had no idea where I was going but they had such a determined joy about them that I couldn’t help but feel certain anyway. I slowly wandered off into the packed terminal where I would await my flight. My family kept waving at me, remaining at the entrance until I was out of sight. A prompter screen above where I sat was dotted with red lines along the flight numbers. It turned out that my flight was being delayed. I would have to wait several hours before my next plane could arrive. After the first hour I decided to call the family and let them know. It was my sister I spoke with. “Yeah, it’s no big deal… I’m sure it’ll be fixed soon… Well it sucks that I have to sit here, but whatever...I’ll be fine… Just tell mom not to worry…” At some point during the call, the low, insistent static over the phone-line was interrupted with a cackle.
It was more like a popping sound. My sister answered quickly; “What was that?” When I looked up I saw three armed men walking down the entrance to the terminal. People started screaming, and more shots were fired. My eyes widened in terror. I quickly found cover near one of the lounging areas, and watched as chaos ensued. A man opposite me tried to make a run for it with his luggage. The front-most gunman pelted him with bullets. He fell in a heap, silently collapsing over his luggage bag. My sister’s voice was drowned out by the shrill screams and sound of arms fire. “What’s happening?” How was I supposed to respond? The attackers were ebbing closer and closer to my hiding place. I would be discovered in seconds. All I could manage to respond was, “I… I think I’m going to die…” She didn't understand me, of course. She thought I was exaggerating or something. She didn’t believe me. My heart was pumping blood so quickly that my fingers were twitching. I had never faced death like this before. It was almost like an out of body experience. I knew what was coming, what was approaching me, but I had no way of knowing exactly when it would hit - when everything would go black.
There were bodies strewn about the terminal, blood stains painted along the marble floor that was so pristine only moments ago. I think my sister was still trying to speak to me, but I couldn’t make out the words anymore. I was experiencing some sort of tunnel vision - washing away all the sounds and distractions. My only focus was on the assailants. A security guard who was taking cover behind an information counter, peaked out and tried to take a few shots at them. He hit nothing. They reacted almost mechanically. All three of them turned their attention to the armed guard, and tore him apart with a barrage of shots. His swollen body keeled over onto the cold floor. I knew there was no chance. Nobody was going to save us. Nobody was going to save me. The assailants neared ever closer. Each step they took was another heavy breathe that I took in response. I was getting dizzy, hyperventilating. I could hear the footsteps of the rearmost gunman as he rounded his way to my side of the lounging area. I stayed completely still, held my breath, and shut my eyes with enough force to push them back into my head. I was shaking violently. I heard nothing but static from my phone, and it became painfully loud. The buzzing and crackling was only broken up by those footsteps that echoed off the walls.
*** I'm not sure if my grammar was correct with the speech quotations, since I have always had trouble with them. The story ends the way it does because I woke up after that last moment! What a cliffhanger.
It was more like a popping sound. My sister answered quickly; “What was that?” When I looked up I saw three armed men walking down the entrance to the terminal. People started screaming, and more shots were fired. My eyes widened in terror. I quickly found cover near one of the lounging areas, and watched as chaos ensued. A man opposite me tried to make a run for it with his luggage. The front-most gunman pelted him with bullets. He fell in a heap, silently collapsing over his luggage bag. My sister’s voice was drowned out by the shrill screams and sound of arms fire. “What’s happening?” How was I supposed to respond? The attackers were ebbing closer and closer to my hiding place. I would be discovered in seconds. All I could manage to respond was, “I… I think I’m going to die…” She didn't understand me, of course. She thought I was exaggerating or something. She didn’t believe me. My heart was pumping blood so quickly that my fingers were twitching. I had never faced death like this before. It was almost like an out of body experience. I knew what was coming, what was approaching me, but I had no way of knowing exactly when it would hit - when everything would go black.
There were bodies strewn about the terminal, blood stains painted along the marble floor that was so pristine only moments ago. I think my sister was still trying to speak to me, but I couldn’t make out the words anymore. I was experiencing some sort of tunnel vision - washing away all the sounds and distractions. My only focus was on the assailants. A security guard who was taking cover behind an information counter, peaked out and tried to take a few shots at them. He hit nothing. They reacted almost mechanically. All three of them turned their attention to the armed guard, and tore him apart with a barrage of shots. His swollen body keeled over onto the cold floor. I knew there was no chance. Nobody was going to save us. Nobody was going to save me. The assailants neared ever closer. Each step they took was another heavy breathe that I took in response. I was getting dizzy, hyperventilating. I could hear the footsteps of the rearmost gunman as he rounded his way to my side of the lounging area. I stayed completely still, held my breath, and shut my eyes with enough force to push them back into my head. I was shaking violently. I heard nothing but static from my phone, and it became painfully loud. The buzzing and crackling was only broken up by those footsteps that echoed off the walls.
*** I'm not sure if my grammar was correct with the speech quotations, since I have always had trouble with them. The story ends the way it does because I woke up after that last moment! What a cliffhanger.
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