Reflection

Amelia’s POV

I hate airplanes, I hate them with Glenn, I hate them without Glenn, really I do. When Glenn and I had arrived back at the hotel it was to find a very distraught Regan, sure she was happy for us but she really didn’t care at this point apparently and all she did care about was getting out of here and on to Tennessee. The good part about this was that Glenn gave me the keys to his house, that way we wouldn’t need a hotel seeing as it was about a half hour drive away. But now here I was, away from my fiancée of a whole three and a half hours, on a plane and I didn’t even get to celebrate. She is lucky I love her.

Regan was staring aimlessly out the window, obviously in no mood to talk, better her beside the window than me. Glenn learned that the hard way when I freaked out on him on one of the flights. Let’s just say that he was not amused. I was always nervous when flying, but for whatever reason I had a bad feeling about this flight. I wasn’t sure what it was but my stomach felt weird and I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Now, normally my feelings were right, I seriously hoped I was wrong at this point.

How she managed it I will never know, but Reg had gotten us a private jet, lots of legroom, no fighting for the attention of the stewardesses. It was easy to get used to this. Glancing back over at her, I tried to figure out just what in the world was wrong with her today. Sure she’d been feeling crappy lately, but so had Shane a few days ago, just not like she was. Trust me here; I know when something more is at work where my best friend is involved. The look in her eyes alone was enough to alert me to the fact that she was seriously upset today.

Reaching over, I put a hand on her arm, clearing my throat a little, “Reg, are you sure you’re ok?” She drug herself out of whatever place she’d been in and looked over at me, I think I wanted to cry now. Her eyes were red and glassy looking, she’d been crying for hours over something. Pushing aside my fear that she’d get irritated about me getting all upset, I pulled her in for a hug. Amazingly, she didn’t break down into tears and didn’t slap me; she just kind of leaned into the hug for a minute and then moved away again.

“Come on Reg, you need to talk to me here. You look like hell and you’re crying, what’s going on?” I was trying to be firm with her, maybe not the best choice when dealing with Reg, but I had to do something. She looked like she was going to say something, but a half second later; she was out of her seat and running to the bathroom. I heard the door slam and then the sounds of someone getting sick, I sighed and shook my head a little. It had been days already and she was refusing to go to a doctor, typical of her.

Frowning a little, I thought about everything that had been wrong with her lately, trying to piece things together. She was moody as hell, especially around Shannon, cried at the drop of a hat now. Then on top of all that, she was throwing up countless times a day. Oh hell, she’s always like that, just without the throwing up part, she needs a doctor. Sighing a bit, I leaned back in my seat, waiting for her to come and sit back down so I could talk a little more. Whatever was wrong with her, she needed to talk and get her ass to a doctor.

I looked down at my hand and couldn’t help but smile at the ring that Glenn had given me. I honestly could say that I now had everything that I had ever wanted. I had a family who loved me, an amazing fiancée, and the best friends I could ever ask for. While I was gone, however I did need to worry about Glenn, he had decided it would be best to tell Daddy that we were engaged without me there, that way I wouldn’t be in the way if something happened.

A few minutes later Regan returned and had just sat down when the one stewardess on the plane ran by us and into the cabin. I looked at Reg and she looked at me and shrugged. Unfortunately that bad feeling was back. I hastily buckled into my seat, not wanting to take any chances with my life at this point and just praying that I was wrong for once. Regan seemed to follow my thinking and buckled up as well. Just then the stewardess came running back out.

“Oh good, you’re buckled in, we seem to be having some engine problems, nothing to worry about just stay calm,” she said before running to the back of the plane. Great, just what I needed my worst nightmare coming true! Am I freaking out? Oh yes I am. We were probably in the middle of nowhere by now. If we went down we would be so screwed. I would never see Daddy, Chasey, Gracie or Gunner again, hell I wouldn’t get to see Sara again, and as much as I hated her, well this just wasn’t fair.

And then there’s Glenn, my poor, poor Glenn. Proposes to me one night and loses me the next morning? How fair was that to him. He was going to lose it! Hell he and Daddy would be able to get along again at least, they could mourn together I guess. Oh Daddy was going to be so upset too! I would be leaving so much behind if this plane went down and now the ‘what ifs’ were running so quickly through my brain that I couldn’t think.

Regan was trying to talk to me but I honestly couldn’t hear her, I was too deep in my own panic to focus on her voice. I felt the plane start to dip and then nosedive, I vaguely could hear Regan screaming but I was blocking it all out. If I was going to die I was going to do it thinking about Glenn, all the happy times we had and then how devastated he would be when whoever told him I was dead woke him up to tell him. I closed my eyes and waited for it all to be over. Quick and painless…that’s all I ask for.