The Time Of Our Deaths Chapter 3A Chapter by Paul D. AronsonAs a group of kids make it to safety, they discover the horrible truth.Chapter 3 If you have ever had a spell
where you can’t catch your breath, whether its asthma or just a panic attack in
a stuffy room, you kind of know the feeling I experienced on that bus. Trapped
within its confines, trying to catch my breath, it was as if everything was
closing in and fading out. Spots were before my eyes and a sleepy darkness was
trying to overcome my whole being. I
could see Kate on the other side of the window, her eyes wide in terror. I’m
not so sure it was fear towards my situation. No, I think it was towards
herself for she was running out of air too. In my haze I saw her body jerk and
then she was gone, leaving me and the bus behind, trying to propel herself to
the surface. I
gave up and closed my eyes; if death was coming it wouldn’t find me in a panic.
I would face it calmly, or at the very least, try to. I was surprised by the
peace that was overtaking me. When an
older person dies I believe that in their years they have conditioned
themselves to experience this kind of peace. They have prepared themselves. For
me, as young as I was, you would think I would face it with horror and fear,
having not experienced all the things adults have. But
just as this peace was washing over me the bus shifted. It was rolling over on
its side. And by some strange miracle, as it rolled, my shoelace sprang free
from the bolt that had captured it. Suddenly I wasn’t content with peace
anymore. No, I was going to survive. I swam towards to the rear exit and pulled
myself out of the bus. Instinct told me to get to the surface before the bus
rolled again. As I
fought my way up through the water, I could see the legs of my fellow classmates
above me. I was going to make it. Soon I’d be breathing fresh air again,
admiring Angela from a distance, wishing more than anything she would notice me
with different adoring eyes. With
this thought in my head I broke the surface, gasping for breath. I could see
the other kids swimming madly to shore, just trying to get away from that
sunken hell of a school bus. I looked own and tried to see it through the
water, to see its final resting place in the river bed. But like a shroud
covering a funeral coffin I could barely see it. So instead I looked around to
see if I could spy henry. I knew he would need my help swimming to shore. He
never has been a good swimmer. In the summer months, when all of us gathered at
the one local swimming pool in town, he always stayed at the shallow end where
his feet could touch bottom. So
where was he? I couldn’t see his head bobbing up and down in the river. Had the
current swept him under the bridge and downstream? I caught a glimpse of a familiar
jacket on the shore just yards in front of me. It was Kate’s. She stood there
on the shoreline, coughing water up from her lungs, and laying there on the
ground beside her was the prone form of Henry. At this distance I couldn’t tell
if he was breathing or not, so I swam like mad for the shore. I
reached the embankment quicker than I thought, and when I hauled myself out of
the cold river, Kate jumped. “Jeez,”
she exclaimed. “Scare somebody why don’t you?” “Sorry,”
I replied. “You okay?” “Yeah,
just out of breath.” “Cool.”
I looked own at henry. His eyes were open and his big stomach was heaving up
and down. “You okay buddy?” “I
didn’t think I was going to make it,” he sighed breathlessly. “Yeah
me either.” I
looked around us. A little further down the bank, Billy and Angela had hoisted
themselves up on a rock and trying to get their second wind. Even looking like
a half drowned duck I couldn’t keep my eyes off Angela. “How
come everyone is taking so long to get to shore?” Kate pondered. I looked
out to the river. She was right. The other kids seemed to be moving slower than
we had. “Maybe they are treading water, or just don’t know how to swim.” “I
don’t know how to swim,” henry replied. “And I still made it faster than they
did.” “Perhaps
they are worse swimmers than you.” “But
that’s everybody.” He
was right. We were the only ones, along with Billy and Angela, to make it to
shore. And I had been the last one out. Everyone else should have already beaten
me here, but there they were, all of them still floundering in the water. Billy
and Angela came sauntering over towards us. “Anybody seen Angie’s cell?” Billy
demanded. “No,”
I said. “Probably lost it on the bus. I lost my shoe down there.” “I
don’t care about a shoe, I want my cell,” she said. Before I could think too
badly of her attitude, she added, “Someone needs to call the accident in.” “I
don’t think they see us over here,” henry interrupted. “Who
doesn’t?” I asked. “The
other kids. They are going to shore downstream.” “They
must have drifted more than we did. That would account for us getting to shore
first.” Henry
had now stood up and was waving his arms over his head, trying to signal our
classmates. “Hey guys, over here! You can come up here!” They seemed not to
hear. He turned to me. “Why can’t they hear me?” “They
are probably making too much noise to hear anything,” I replied, noting the
rise of their voices as they all tried to fight to shore. Suddenly
there was a sound in the distance. Sirens. I turned to Billy and Angela. “Well,
looks like somebody called them.” We
watched as the ambulance pulled up to the bank downstream where the rest of the
kids were now climbing out of the water. Paramedics were out of the ambulance
and rushing down to them, as another ambulance pulled up to assist. They were
followed by the sheriff and a fire truck. “Well
that’s just great,” Angela said. “Help them and leave us up here to walk down
to them.” “We
should be thankful we’re okay,” Kate replied. “Nobody
asked you.” “Hey
hey,” I interjected. “We just climbed out of a freezing river. We should all
chill out.” Henry
started laughing. “Chill out? That’s funny, Johnny.” Just
then I noticed a paramedic walking upstream towards us. He was looking in the river
for survivors. The other s saw him as he came into view. “Well,
it’s about time,” Billy complained. “I could be dying over here. Hey paramedic
dude, up here!” The
guy didn’t even pay Billy any mind, which I have to admire him for. He kept
searching the water, until finally he turned around to face us. He shook his
head and started walking our way. “Hey
we could use some assistance here too,” Angela whined, stepping in front of the
guy. She was used to guys stopping when they saw her, but this guy kept coming
and walked right through her. She yelped and jumped back. “What
the hell?” Billy exclaimed. The
paramedic was alongside me now and I reached out to grab his arm. “Hey what’s
the big deal?” I asked. I realized what it was the moment my hand passed right
through his arm. It was as if he weren’t even there. It only took a moment to
realize that was wrong. We were the ones that weren’t there. “I
guess we’re not okay after all,” Kate sadly said.. © 2010 Paul D. AronsonReviews
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