Dried Up Dreams

2

"Wake up!"

I was floating.

Surrounded by water and light.

I closed my eyes and smiled as the calm sway of the water lulled me back to sleep. The light above me was too bright for me to open my eyes anyway.

As I began to acknowledge how bright the light was, I realized something below me as well.

It was cold.

Wake up...

It was dark.

Wake up...

It was...

Hungry.

"Wake up!" Hands grabbed at me from all sides, biting into my skin with sharp nails.

I screamed.

"Lady Rosario, you must wake up!" My eyes snapped open to see a frantic flight attendant shaking my shoulders.

The frazzled woman was hurriedly trying to get me out of my seat belt. Wisps of hair were plastered to her forehead and, she seemed to be struggling with the seat belts because her hands just wouldn't stop shaking. I grabbed the woman by her shoulders.

"Ma'am. What's going on?"

She pushed her damp hair away from her forehead before taking a shaky step back.

"Well.." she bit her lip while blinking rapidly, "a sick man seems to have boarded the plane and, he insisted that he was fine," she paused, looking at me in a way that filled my chest up with dread. "But he was not."

As the flight attendant replayed what had happened, horror gripped my heart. I covered my mouth in shock.

"W...What do you mean he bit a man's finger off?"

"He ate it! And then all enfer broke loose !"

It seemed suspiciously quiet for a plane that had just had hell broken upon it. Something didn't quite add up. I frowned a bit. Why is she still here if the crackhead just started tearing a man limb from limb?

"Why are you still here?"

The attendant's once frazzled mind became like steel.

"I never leave a passenger in the hands of danger."

I stared at her for a moment.

"What's your name?"

"Allison."

Her name throws me off but, I recover after a few seconds.

She rolls her eyes.

"I know. I don't look like Allison."

I grab her hand, leading her towards the front of the plane.

"Well, at least we've made it to Dallas."

Her grip on my hand slacked a bit and, I looked back to see her tugging her hair and looking everywhere but at me.

"We...we are in Dallas, right?"

"well..." Allison twiddled her thumbs, "Not exactly."

I stare at her in confusion.

Allison sighs and motions for me to follow her off the plane and into the airport.

I gaped in horror.

"Tampa, Florida!"

I gawk at her.