Chapter Fourteen: Diane

I watch Tyler and Mariah talk about their experiences on the plane.

"-I found him in the bathroom and he had to-" I direct my attention to Steven. He has started to freak out again. I caress his head.

"You're okay. You're safe." I tell him. I'm not sure if it's true.

"Tyler! Where... where's Tyler?" He asks. He tries to sit up and yelps at the pain. Tyler comes over.

"I'm here bro. Right here." He says, taking his hand. Steven squeezes it out of pain.

"You're brothers?" I ask.

"We're twins." He explains. Mariah looks at Tyler and then Steven.

"Funny. You two don't look alike." She reasons.

"We aren't identical. I got my mother's looks and he looks like our dad." he replies. Thunder sounds. I look up at the sky and see dark clouds rolling in.

"Storm's coming." I reason. The others that aren't on their backs look up, too.

"We should take shelter." Mariah states. "And the only shelter is the plane."

"We can go into the first class part. It's more comfy." Tyler says.

"And it is facing down so it will be easier to get Steven into." Mariah adds. I feel my stomach turn and I think of all the blood I saw on the other passengers.

"Were there other people with you guys?" I ask tentatively. Tyler looks at me.

"Yes. There are four." He states, "which is another positive to using first class. Less corpses to move." He looks at us for agreement. I look at Steven who was squirming through his still very red injury. I place the towel back over the stitches so I don't have to look at it.

"Can you help?" He asks Mariah. She hops on one foot and tests her other one.

"Yes, I just have to go slow." She answers. "But Diane shouldn't. She's a little sensitive around blood."

"That's okay. She can stay with Steven." Tyler says like I'm not even here. "Is it?" He asks, turning to me. I nod.

"I'd rather be here than there." I confirm. They walk over to the smaller part of the crash and disappear from view.

Author's Note

I wrote this one.