The saddest day

Damp, stubborn smells of fear fiercely held my nose, I couldn't
move. Desperately I pinched my arm harder and harder till I nearly
yelled out in pain, no I wasn't dreaming, and yes I was still
alive.
My skin felt like an excess layer of clothing, it weighed me down and
stuck to the seat beneath me, perspiring and viscous I closed my raw
eyes. When I opened them again there was still the gray and red striped
chair in front of me, there was still the head of a balding black man
protruding up from the other side, there was still what looked like an
Afghan or Arab stood no more than a few feet away pointing a box cutter
at a woman and her child. The feeling of nausea re-approached me,
hooking my stomach like huge claws wrenching it around my body.
With my stomach, as well as my heart in my mouth I could hardly breath.
I swallowed and swallowed till no more spittle was left and still I
could not remove the huge lump, which had come to rest at the peak of
my throat.
I reminded myself I had been lucky so far, I was alive, unlike Mary
Robins, who now lay cold somewhere near the cabin. The kind stewardess
had who had only less than an hour ago offered me peanuts and beverage
was not ever to be seen by her family again. Mary Robins, who was
stabbed in her line of duty, rest in peace.

Mum keeps saying 'it's going to alright', she's holding me too tight,
and it hurts. A strange man has got a small sword he keeps pointing it
at people, I think the grown-ups are playing dungeons and dragons. The
man with strange skin, pretended to stab the plane woman it was really
cool. Everyone's really quite, and I'm bored.
Can't wait to see daddy again! He had to go to America on business; mum
and me missed him so much we had to go visit him, I hope he's got me
lots of presents.
Mummy's crying, I think she misses daddy too much. She must be in a
good mood she hasn't told me once yet to take my thumb out of my
mouth!

The outside is an amalgamation of cloud, sky and mist. Damp,
Disconcertion of the air is strangling me, I need a drink.
The walls of the plane seem to be closing in on me, laughing at the
tears on my face. I'm so trapped, I feel like a caged animal. The
silence, the silence is deafening! Please someone move, talk, cough,
anything I could scream or faint or both.
I don't have a clue where we are; it feels like I've been in this seat
for hours.
Wait?we're getting lower, I think we're going to land. Some people are
making phone calls but I can't make out what they are saying. Relief
flooded through my body, caressing me like a cool flannel. We're
defiantly loosing altitude, I'm so happy I could cry.

The man playing with the sword rang daddy, he told me to say goodbye.
Daddy was crying, but mummy won't tell me why she just keeps hugging
me. I want to go home now, I don't like it. Everyone's crying and
hugging, I don't understand. Mummy's hurting me, I want my daddy!

Its deafening in here now! At least the silence is gone. The relief's
gone too. We're going too fast and we're too low.
Stupid kid! Screaming for his daddy, STOP! I CANT THINK, I CANT
BREATH.OH MY GOD!! WHATS? WHAT THE????

DAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!