The Disaster- Short Story

Ever since I was a little girl. I wanted to fly a plane. Now that I’m older I have completed my dreams and more. I have flown over most of the world. To places I would never have thought to go. Flying is as enjoyable as eating chocolate to me. I named my plane “beautiful eagle” because she soars so close to the heavens over the lonely lands, like a free eagle.
As my friend and I were getting ready to leave, to go to Bubble Bum land. Time was pushing us. Ready to take off as a lion ready to kill its prey.
Gliding through the air like a sharp skate over smooth ice. We all of a sudden hit a storm like we hit a wall. It was so bad, that I felt death call my name. Trying to land the plane smoothly I had difficulties. I ran through bushes and past trees ripping my wings off and other parts of the planes body. I landing with my nose down like a child’s face smooched into a cake. Looking over at Zena I realize she’s unconscious. My heart felt like it’s was going to burst. Tapping her on the shoulder to see if she would wake up. I gave up and tried to call for help the radio was fried as a scrambled egg. Trying to stay clam I went to the back of the plane to see the things that survived the crash. Realizing there’s not enough food for the both of us. I decided to go outside to see where I was. Opening the door slowly as a snake slithered through spiked stocks of grass. I tip toed out, like a child on Christmas morning. Looking around in amazement. I’m stumbled for words. It’s like I’m in paradise. A beautiful waterfall, trees, and flowers. It’s outstanding. Slowing returning back to reality I remember we’re stranded here so I ran back to the plane to get my G.P.S. (Globe. Positioning. System.) Walking around in circles like a dog chasseing its tail. My G.P.S isn’t working. I can’t find out where we are. Starting to feel sorry for myself because I’ve failed. I failed myself and I failed Zena. I can’t get us out of here or even find out where we are. I heard a high pitch squeal like a fire sinner. Running back to the plane I feel my legs weaken, starting to feel like Jell-O. I find my poor Zena holding her head. Screaming that the pain is horrific, wishing that her head would blow up or she would die. After an hour of us both screaming and cry like newborn babies. Zena fell asleep. It started getting dark out so I made a big bright, beautiful fire. Sitting their contemplating life. I realize that were stuck here so we might as well make the best of it. The darkness is rolling in like a big black cloud.
Walking up to birds chirping in my ear. I get my bag of bones of a body up and walk around.
As a couple of weeks roll pass Zena is now fine. Feeling much better. We have managed to make ourselves a house out of branches, mud, and leaves. Our food is now fruit, grass, leaves and refreshing water from the waterfall.
I feel as if I’m slipping away from sanity. But who can say what sanity is? Perhaps sanity is madness, but maddest of all see the world as it is and not as it should be.
I feel death creeping up my spine like a dark shadow. I can’t stand living here anymore. I can’t stand that feeling of death. Zena is going to kill me, I can feel it. No, I won’t allow it! When zena came by she started talking about how beautiful it is here. All of a sudden I flipped. Running after her screaming like a psychopath. I tackled her down; looking into her eyes I saw my reflection like looking into a mirror. I hear her heart beat, louder, louder, louder. I pulled out my knife and stabbed her in the heart. Watching her die before my eyes. I blinked back to reality. Realizing what I had done, I walked around her body crying, not knowing what to do. I felt lost like a lost puppy trying to finds its way home. Touching her face she felt so cold as stone. I’ve killed my best friend. The only friend I had here. I’m all alone now and I will die alone on this mysterious land. The scariest thing is all I have left are my thoughts but do I even have that?