Pulling up on the landing strip I thought everything was perfect. The timing of my thought just then couldn't have been any more off, as the plane fell hard as if the landing gear didn't deploy correctly. Unfortunately there was no time to ponder this as how hard the plane hit the ground knocked me unconcious.
Dreaming was never something that was done in my family you just fell into a comatose state for six hours, not to awaken for anything accept smell. That being said there was something extremely vivid flashing before my eyes. Simply put it was like watching a cinema without any popcorn and that I was star of it, so it seemed. The little girl walking across the street didn't have a care in the world. Never looking to where she was going just living life as it came. Reminding me that the good old days never really went away, they were right there in arms reach just almost. The screen wavered then there was a teen painting her nails bright blue electric in color. It took seconds for me to realize I was watching my life, the girl and the teen were me. Wait what is this that I could look back like this? And why can I not control it, or leave? My head spun the was so much to take in. So much to remember, but yet it seemed still as if this was nothing, meant nothing. This wish that I had to snap back into reality, where I should be, couldn't be shaken. I felt lost to this world of memories where nothing mattered, and yet everything was something that meant something to me in the past.
The teen looked up at the ceiling her long auburn hair falling gently down her back. the headphones plugged into her ears as she ignored everything going on around her. With a face like a chiseled angel and steel blue eyes the world had not been kind to her. Fights at school, the boys that constantly followed her like puppies, the teachers that ignored her even when she knew the answers, and then there was the father that raped her every night. Every emotion on her face right now looking for a way out, no screaming for help. This reminded me of my current situation. Not wanting to be like that teen is why I went into the military, why I ran from home to join a new family in uniform. Most thought me dumb or a flake, but I've come to realize that its just my face to make them feel this way. As much as people want to make you believe there is a not a thing as being too beautiful. That's the category I fell into my whole life I was always too this and too that never have I ever been just me or just enough.
Falling for an eternity that would seem to be the punishment laid out to me. All I did was not let out the landing gear, or did I? The mystery we will never understand, or come to find even a hint of an answer to. The very second that thought crossed my mind I splashed into a hot springs that was located in a cave. Not being my reality but fighting for my life I came up for air and found it to be brisk like fresh fallen leaves.