I was in my seat in the plane my head against the hard plexiglass window. I was unhappy because I was leaving my home for America. This is because my parents recently passed away in a grizzly road accident and my Uncle was going to take my custody. I barely knew my uncle's family.
I wore a hoodie and put my headphone on with volume full blast on as the bass of the trap music echoed through my skull. I hid my pain in music. The view was also good; the sunset reflected on the fluffy clouds making it orange in color.
My uncle, Tyrone, tried to start up a conversation but I was not in the mood so I only gave him one-word answers. Not much for a conversation.
"How are you feeling?" Tyrone said.
"I'm fine." I replied.
"How's the fever?"
"Better." I said and looked away out the window.
"Don't worry, life in the States is good. Furthermore, you'll go to the best universities. You said you wanna go to the Calarts?"
"Yeah." I looked around. There was a flight attendant coming towards us along the aisle. "Ask him if I can go to the toilet."
"I've never seen a male flight attendant." Tyrone whispered to me laughing softly. "Shit's weird"
The attendant stood next to us and offered drinks. Tyrone looked at the attendant and cleared his throat. He then looked at me and smiled.
Then Tyrone said, "Y'know I've never-"
"-Seen a male flight attendant? Yeah, I get that a lot." The flight attendant said heartily laughing.
"Yeah man, a job's a job, right?" Tyrone said.
"And it pays well!" The attendant said.
"I need to go the restroom. " I said, knowing their conversation was going to get long.
"This way dude." The attendant said pointing towards the back of the plane. "You can't miss it."
I got up and walked towards the back of the plane and noticed I was getting a little dizzy. I took off my headphone and scurried to the toilet. I felt like people were staring at me, making the situation weird for me.
Once inside the toilet, I washed my face and head. Then I squinted and stared at my reflection as my head started to throb painfully. Suddenly, the whole place started to spin out of control and a sharp headache sliced through my brain making me lose my footing and fall to the floor. Then lights started to flicker and the toilet bowl started to overflow with dark thick fluid, quickly filling the whole floor. The wall turned black and rusty, filled with cracks and scratch marks.
I panicked and jumped out of the toilet. To my dismay, the whole plane was in the same condition but with no people. It was frighteningly empty and silent, except for the storm outside the plane. I walked down the aisle looking at the seats, no soul. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. The seats were tattered and dirty. The lights were still flickering.
I ran to my seat just to confirm I was not crazy. Tyrone was not there, at this point, it wasn't a surprise. I sat down on my seat as I did not know what else to do. I tried to listen to music but it just produce scratchy sounds. I looked out the window and saw a huge storm with red lightning Forks.
Amongst the dark clouds, I saw a huge monster! Worse, it looked back...
