Descending to Hell

It was a usual day, the same as every Monday. I queued up in the line at star bucks in the busy shopping area of John F. Kennedy Airport, Waiting for my morning coffee. The queue was rather long as it was everyday. After around 10 minutes I got to the front of the queue.
“Black coffee, please. 2 Sugar.” “OK sir, anything else?” “No thanks.”
I handed the woman the money, stirred my takeaway coffee and made my way to my terminal. I got to the ticket check in and handed over my ticket. I then got searched by security. They found nothing, so let me through to the tunnel. Within a few minutes I was sitting down on my booked seat. It was the same routine that I go through everyday.
More people started to board the plane. I laid back and tried to relax. I ordered another coffee and a fried breakfast from the woman, with the beverage trolley.
More people boarded the flight. Most business men and women like me but only some tourists and holiday makers. After around half an hour everyone was on board and waiting for take off. The pilot came on the radio and went through the normal things. Like safety in case of a crash, and where we were going, how long it would take. I hated the safety talks, what are the chances, of this plane crashing in only a one hour flight, which the pilots had done many a time before?
I tried to ignore him, and laid my head back on the head rest and tried to get some sleep.
I was woken up by the roaring of the jets engines starting up. I looked out the window. Everything seemed normal. So I got back to sleep again. But couldn’t because of the noise off the jet, so I just starred out the window and tried to enjoy the sights of it taking off. I spotted lots of skyscrapers, and famous sights. But soon we were out of New York, and heading for Los Angeles.
I looked up to the flip out screen, which was playing a movie “The Bourne Ultimatum”. I hadn’t seen the film before, so I bought some headphones from the trolley hostess, and tried to concentrate on it.
Fortunately there was nobody sitting next to me, so I had no distractions.
After a while I got bored of the film, so yet again, I laid my head back and tried to get some sleep. Within a few minutes I was.
After around 10 minutes I was awaken by a huge sound, of metal hitting metal. I suddenly jumped up, smashing my head on the plane roof above me. It cut my head; blood trickled down between my eyes. I looked around. People started panicking and started running down the isles, trying to discover the problem. Hostesses told us all to get down and relax. So we did, but what made it harder, was when I looked out the window. And saw the left engine of the plane start smoking. I panicked looking around, thinking what to do. I shouted for help, so people came over and looked out of the windows too. The next thing we knew was the engine suddenly shaking violently. And within in a second, another huge bang, as it caught alight. We were still being told to sit down, and relax. But how the hell could I? When the plane engine, right next to my seat, was nearly falling off? I sat down, starring at it, just waiting for it to give way. And it sure did. It starts shaking twice as much, then without a bang or anything sudden, just dropped off and floated down, through the clouds.
The plane then starting tipping and diving to the right. It sent the luggage above our heads coming down, and landing on us. I stood up into the isle, and then suddenly a man shouted “Look out!” The beverage trolley was flying down the isle, very fast. I dived back into my seat just as it flew past me. It smacked into the pilots cabin door, sending the crisps, chocolate bars, alcohol, and very expensive bottles of champagne flying into the air, and smashing in a big heap on the floor.
More loud bangs starting going off. More people screaming. More people panicking. I felt really helpless. But this plane was going down, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I just sat there as the plane was falling apart. There was one bang that went off at that moment louder than any of the others. It was the tail of the plane. It all started breaking off. And just like the engine. Just fell off, into the heavens below and sent at least 30 people going with it.
I made my way to a new empty seat, just a few rows away from the cabin. The next thing that happened was an old woman, who ran through the isles screaming that the right engine had also blown up.
I can’t believe that the pilots had actually kept the plane this steady for this long. But that was history now. The plane was diving even more to the left, and for the first time actually spun right round but didn’t stop. It just span round and round. And people everywhere were being sick. And screaming at the top of there lungs. I clung on to my seat as hard as possible, but still found my self being thrown round like a rag doll. I quickly got a glance out of the window. We were only a few hundred feet away from hitting the ground. I new this was it.
I even found myself nearly crying, but then I thought to myself. It won’t be that bad, I would be dead before I knew it. So I just clung on, and hopped for a miracle.
Another glance out the window, and I saw that the ground was so close, that I could touch it. Now this was it, this was the touch down. I clung on twice as hard as before so hard that it hurt. But the mass of adrenaline was helping me keep on.
I felt the huge impact of the side of the plane, hitting the solid floor of the ground. It hit it, and kind of bounced up. It was skimming along the ground, at tremendous speeds before the last impact, where the whole front of the plane just crumpled up. I looked down the isle, and the floor was just crumpling up, bringing the entire plane with it. Within a second it hit me.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up.
“Sir, we have arrived at the destination. I hope you have enjoyed your flight” Said one of the hostesses.
I giggled to myself. It was only a dream!