Monday, July 5, 2010

Like the Sea - Sixteen

I was still shaky as we headed to the front desk to check in for our flight. As the lady ran our information through the computer, I took a minute to examine the ring. It wasn't anything too elaborate, seeing as Mickey didn't have much money yet. It was one sparkling diamond, set on top of a silver band. It was simple. It was gorgeous. Taylor squeezed my hand as the stewardess typed furiously on the computer, with  a look of frustration planted on her face.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking up at us apologetically, "There seems to have been an error in our system. Ms. Carmichael, I'm going to have to put you on a later flight."

"There's no way you can fit us both on one flight?" Taylor asked, disappointed.

"No, I'm sorry, both flights are now booked." She said as she printed off our tickets. "There's only an hour delay in between the flights, so you shouldn't be arriving in Rimouski much later than Mr. Hall."

"It's okay." I said, smiling reassuringly to Taylor.

"Will you be alright?" Taylor asked, clearly concerned.

"I'll be fine!" I laughed, "I've been on a plane before."

"Okay." Taylor said kissing the top of my head, still obviously worried. "I'll see you when you land, alright?"

"Of course." I say, standing up on my tippy-toes to give Taylor a quick kiss.

"Have a safe flight, okay?" Taylor said, kissing me again.

"Thanks," I blush, "You too."

As Taylor headed to his gate to board his plane, I found a seat at the bar and ordered a few drinks. Before I knew it, my flight was being announced, and I was told to go board the plane. I found my seat in the plane, and drifted off to sleep, only to be awaken an hour later, by intense shaking. The seat-belt sign had flashed on, and the pilot was making an announcement.

"We are going to be hitting some extreme turbulence, everybody remain calm, and stay in your seats."

I gripped tightly onto my arm rest, and felt the plane lunge forwards. My stomach was doing somersaults, and my legs were trembling. Was this it? Was this plane going to crash, and that would be the end of me? The overhead compartments were rattling, and the plane lights kept flickering on and off. I heard a droning sound, and suddenly all the plane lights were off, and the emergency lights have been turned on. I closed my eyes and prayed that I would be okay. I held on tighter to the arm rests, and let out a cry as I felt the plane drop again. The compartments were now open, and luggage was falling all over the place. I screamed as I saw something fall out of the compartment, I felt it hit my head hard, making it throb then everything went black.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

I've Become a Simple Souvenir of Someone's Kill - Fifteen

After hazily hopping into the shower together, I zipped up my suitcase and waited at my door for Taylor. He emerged from the washroom, grinning at me and making my heart pound in my chest. God, he was beautiful. Every girl in Windsor would kill to be with him, and he chose me. For some inconceivable reason, he chose broken-down me.

He jestured to his back suggestively, and I hopped on and laughed, wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned his head slightly so he could see me out of the corner of his eye, and winked at me, before carrying me and my suitcase out of my place, dropping me off carefully in the front seat of his car.

"Does Coach know that I'm going to accompanying you to the Finals?" I asked as Taylor started the car, and backed out of my driveway.

"Nope." Taylor said, chuckling a bit, "He said no girlfriends on the trip, I'm gonna have to sneak you around."

"Sounds like an adventure to me," I laughed.

We parked the car in the airport parking, and wheeled our suitcases onto the main floor, to check our bags. As we were waiting in line, I thought saw a familiar face, and froze. I tensed up and stood still, feeling my breath get caught up in my throat. It couldn't be. Standing fifteen feet away from me, I thought I saw Mickey. I clasped my mouth and gasped, as I shook my head, getting Taylor's attention.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, concerned, taking my hand and facing me.

"Mickey..." was all I managed to say before running up to the man, only to see that it wasn't Mickey, it was in fact his older brother, David.

"Oh god, David." I said, sighing disappointed.
"Jasey Rae." David said, staring at me bewildered.
"Sorry, you look so much like your brother. I thought..." I trailed off, and David pulled me into a hug.

"How are you holding up?" he asked, continuing to stare at me curiously.

"Better." I said forcing a smile. It was scary how similar they looked. They had the same big blue eyes and messy blonde hair, always tucked under a hat. Their cheeks were the same slightly rosy color, and they both had the same defiant nose. It was like he was right in front of me. I reached out and touched David's face, tracing the same bone structure that Mickey had.

"You look so much like him," I repeated, beggining to tear up. Only to feel Taylor's reassuring hand on my shoulder seconds later.

"Taylor," David said, nodding at him.
"Hows it going man?" Taylor asked, shaking hand with him.
"Its been rough. Especially around the family," He said, shaking his head. "Thought I'd get out of Windsor for a bit, cheer on you guys in the finals."

"We apprecaite it, bud." Taylor said, massaging my shoulders as I began to shake. The ressemblance was terrifying.

"Jasey," David said, pulling something out of his suitcase. "Mick was going to give this to you before he died, he gave it to me to hold onto because he was afraid you'd find it." He handed me a tiny black velvet box, and I began to choke up.

"What is this?" I whispered, rubbing the box.

"Open it." David said sighing.

I flipped the box open, and inside lay a tiny diamond ring, all done up in silver. I clasped my mouth and began breathig harder, as tears fell out of my eyes.

I picked up the ring, and saw engraved on the inside the words "Save my life" and the numbers 18.07.06. The day we met, and words to his favorite song. I was shaking viciously, as Taylor pulled me towards him, and wrapped his arms around me tightly.

Mickey was going to propose. I wouldve said yes. If he hadn't died, I wouldve been engaged to him. It was too much for me, I held onto Taylor for my life, slipped the ring onto my ring finger, and cried.

I heard half of a scream escape my mouth, and then the sounds of Taylor whispering in my ear that he loved me.

"I'll always be here for you," Taylor whispered, kissing my head as the tears keep pouring.

"Ill never let you go."

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