Devouring Fear by Amadeus Martin
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SUMMARY: A man's first flightI hate flying. I've never flown before, but I think the pool of vomit spit and water circling the whirlpool within the toilet justify me stating "I hate flying". I exited the bathroom stall and washed my hands and face. The mirror didn't lie, I was either horrified or drunk and I hadn't gad a drink all day. My eyes were red and so was my nose cheeks and ears. I shut the faucet off and headed for the door, as I shut the door behind me I heard a child commenting about the smell in the stall I used to literally spill my guts. I headed for the waiting area where Rebecca, my girlfriend, was waiting for me. "What happened to you? I think they are about to call our flight." She asked as I sat down next to her and wiped my runny nose with the back of my hand. She looked at my face and asked "Are you ok Jamie?"
"Oh its nothing honey" I cleared my acidy throat "I'm fine"
"Were you crying?" Rebecca asked me
"I said I'm fine" I put my hands to my face and digged my elbows into my knees. I could feel her hand running through my hair trying to conform my first flight.
"Don't worry honey she will be alright." She said in the most smoothing of voices, but it was a slap on the face to me. It snapped me conscious and reminded me of why I was getting on that plane in the first place. My mother was dying in New York waiting to see me the possible one last time. I on the other hand could not seem to remember of my mother's condition. How inhuman of me. I never felt more selfish in my life. I felt horrible and I began to feel the sadness of my mother's demise, then I heard the engines of a plane landing and the sickening pit of fear in my gut began to crawl back.
"Oh that's us" Rebecca announced as she took a hold of my arm and forced me out of my seat. I pulled away to grab my bag from the floor, my fingers wrapped around the handle and I stayed there for a whole minute hoping the bag was unliftable, it was my last connection to the ground. Then Rebecca grabbed my arm once again and pulled me back up. "Hurry up Jamie" She forced my legs into motion, my other hand dragged my bag behind as helpless to my pull as I was to Rebecca's. As a mindless zombie I followed her pulling hand. My mind protested but my feet dumbly followed.
Before I knew it she handed in the tickets and we were inside that thing. We were now traveling between the rows of seats passed first class, pass the multitude of people you would find at any at any fast food join. All settling down, putting their bags away, sitting on their seats, buckling themselves tight, calming their children, taking out their books and CD players, all ready to fly. I walked behind my girlfriend, being led to the back of our plane where our seats where like a child being led to by their mother to the dentist. The only difference was that a child would protest, I was muted with fear, not enough of a man to protest or at least walk on my own.
We finally found our seats, I sat next to the window as she pushed our bags into the overhead compartment. "Stop biting your nails" she demanded. I did. I couldn't stop staring out the window. As the plane took off and I entered in my own dark world. I could feel it in my stomach as the plane climbed up so did the acid as it made its way up into my throat. I reached for the brown baggie with the large airline logo on it, and I decorated its inside with the remaining contents of my guts, Rebecca rubbed my back as I did. Finally I closed the bag, closed my eyes and relaxed on my chair. I opened my eyes back up but the sight of the window filled my body with fear so I shut the shutter down quickly. "Are you gonna be alright" Rebecca asked, waiting for the right moment. I nodded. "I'm telling you she is gonna be alright, you don't have to worry about her"
"No problem there" I responded
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