The Bermuda

She put down the book onto her bare legs as the plane encountered a few minor bumps in the air. I looked at her with anxiety, because I knew she was scared of plummeting into the dark depth of the ocean. My sister had the biggest fear of flying ever since her best friend died in a plane crash that she was also supposed to be on.

“Don’t worry, Emily. It’s just a few minor bumps,” I said to reassure her as I picked the book up for her and put it in front of her face.

“The Bermuda Triangle isn’t something made up, Ann. Ships disappear, planes disappear, people disappear,” she replied in a nervous declaration as she whirled the book back down.

I ignored my sister’s negative comment and slowly put my head back on the soft mini pillow and began to fall asleep. I dazed in and out of consciousness until another rumble awakened me. I sat up frantically to hear the pilot of the plane speak over the intercom that we were experiencing a few minor difficulties, but everything was getting fixed. He cautioned us to put our seatbelts on and stay in our seats. That was when Emily broke down.

“No, no, no, no! This can’t happen to me. I have a wedding to create, a fiancé to marry in San Juan… I’m too young to die in this mysterious triangle!” She howled to me as she started frantically shaking and knocking her hands against her head like a maniac. She stared out the window in utter horror, fearing the worst was to come.

“We will be fine, don’t worry. It’s like a one in a million chance that this plane will crash. We will arrive in Puerto Rico safely and peacefully. If you start worrying again, you’re going to have another panic attack.” That didn’t calm her down though. She sat in her seat

without saying a word, breathing so deeply that I’m sure the person two rows ahead of us could hear her. I was a little disturbed by her silence since she was the chatterbox of the family.
Finally, the pilot turned off the fasten seatbelt sign and I didn’t even have time to unbuckle my seatbelt when Emily darted into the isle, running back to the bathroom. I relaxed for a few minutes then, at my surprise, the plane rumbled a little more. It started rocking from side to side, and the wind pushed the wings of the plane up and down for what seemed to be three minutes. A few faint screams were let out from the back of the plane where passengers were walking in the isle. I turned around to see people on others’ laps, having been thrown into their arms because of the merciless wind. The pilot then turned on the fasten seatbelt sign once more and spoke over the intercom. He said we were being pushed into a storm, but that everything would level out in a few minutes. Being optimistic, I believed him and began to calm down my nerves by humming to myself.
Just then, Emily appeared as I turned around to see if everyone was all right. She ran up to my seat and hurled herself across my legs to her seat. She started rummaging through her purse on the floor with such a hustle that it looked like she was out of breath and looking for air.
“What are you doing? Emily, put on your seatbelt!” I cried out to her, but it seemed like she was brain dead. She then suddenly turned to me in one movement like a robot as she pulled out her phone.
“Did you hear what he said? A storm! We’re in the Bermuda Triangle, Ann! This can’t be just a coincident. I’m calling my fiancé to tell him goodbye!” She once again started to fear as she tossed herself out of her seat into the bare isle like a beanbag.
“What are you doing?” I questioned as I grabbed her arm trying to pull her down. “We are not going to die. You are making a big deal out of nothing.” Just then the plane made a quick
right turn at about ninety degrees that made us all whirl to the left of the plane. Screams busted out everywhere as the flight attendances tried to calm people down. Emily bolted to the back of the plane on her hands and knees to where the bathroom was. I unbuckled myself to try to stop her, fearful of her falling and getting knocked out. As I stood up and stumbled, I peered across the isle to the other windows seeing nothing outside but a gray wind that was whipping us around like a doll. The whistle of the plane being whirled around rang in my ear. We were in the middle of what seemed to be like a tornado over the ocean. My jaw dropped as everything that Emily said became real to me.
I started running back to the bathroom in the biggest panic I’ve ever been in. In almost an instant, Emily opened the stall door and the plane rolled backwards in a split second like a rocking chair on full speed. I felt like I was pushed right into my sister because the wind’s force was so harsh on the plane. By that time, almost everyone had seen what was outside and started screaming. The pilot must have lost control because we spun at what felt like one hundred miles per hour. Cries were let out everywhere and people flew across the isle over each other’s heads. I closed my eyes along with the stall door for protection of all of the other people who I could hear slam on top of the door. I was practically on top of Emily in the stall and could barely hear her screams because they were so high-pitched.
I felt a quick jolt and the loudest crash my ears have ever endured deafened me for a moment until I blacked-out. I don’t remember what happened, but I woke up floating on a piece of metal from the plane. All around me were people, dead people. Fire consumed the ocean and luggage was scattered in the water everywhere, along with different fragments of the plane. The sky was dark and so was the water, and I could barely see anything because of the blood that soaked my face. I tried to sit up, but found my chest crushed into my ribs. My arm was the only thing I could feel. I panicked when Emily wasn’t in sight, so I yelled for her with the emaciated voice I had left. I yelled and yelled until I started to cry from the pain in my lungs and the loss of my sister.
Just then, I heard someone yelling for help. I looked up frantically to see where it was coming from. Just a few yards to my right, Emily was swimming towards me. She swam and sank at the same time. I stretched my one functioning arm out to her. As she swam closer, I could see the huge cut on her face. She was disguised in water and blood. I pulled her onto the piece of metal I was floating on and found that her leg was barely visible from all the blood that swarmed around it like hair on someone’s head. I started to kiss her forehead, and thank God at the same time. We were alone, yet we were together. We laid on the piece of metal, helpless, waiting for someone to find us in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle.