Reflection | By : SarAndAsh Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Amelia’s POV
It had been a good hour since I regained consciousness and I was still in shock. The fact of the matter was that I was scared as hell and my head was killing me. The shock was mainly due to the fact that Reg was pregnant, but I wasn’t about to worry about that right now, she seemed to be fine other than the cut on her shoulder. Other than my head, I was fine but I’m pretty sure that I have a concussion, at least a minor one anyway. The main goal now was to survive. This was not going to be easy either.
Regan and I hadn’t said anything to each other since she sat back down, I was too busy thinking about how bad this could of been, not that it’s not bad now but Regan and I could have died along with the pilot and stewardess. About thirty minutes ago I had been close to a meltdown, I had seen too many movies where the plane crashed and the survivors had froze to death waiting for help, as if they were part of the Titanic only in the sky. I managed to keep my head straight though by just focusing on keeping warm cuddled up next to Reg.
I was worried, not for myself but for my family. I was sure that right about now my Dad would be getting a phone call from the airlines or something like that. He would freak I know that for a fact seeing as I was his little princess, his first born and at the moment we hadn’t been getting along so well. He’d blame himself or something and end up feeling horrible. I worried about my siblings who I haven’t seen in months, hell I even worried about Sara, who else would torture her like I do? But it wasn’t my father, siblings or wicked stepmother that I worried about the most. That worry was reserved for Glenn.
I know for a fact when he finds out he will freak out the worst. My poor giant may look like he’d stay calm cool and collected in this kind of situation but I know differently. We had talked once, after one of our rare arguments, about how we didn’t want to lose each other. If Glenn thought he was going to lose me he was going to lose it completely. He may be the smart one our group but I know he’d never be able to keep his head on straight. Looking up at the sky I only shook my head.
At this rate I wasn’t going to get to marry him. Trying to think logically for once about this situation I realized that a search team was probably out looking for us, that’s only if the pilot was able to tell someone that there was a problem though. The crash had happened so fast that I wasn’t sure if he had the time. The chances for us were slim; I don’t know if Regan realized how much trouble we were in. She probably did but with all the silence I wasn’t completely sure.
I looked down at my left hand and began to fiddle with the ring there. I felt the tears trying to break through, my eyes were stinging but I just wiped them away and looked over at Reg. She was staring at her phone as if willing it to work. I shook my head and leaned my head back against the tree. I had to stay awake; I was tired but knew that if I had a concussion the best option for me was to stay awake; otherwise risk going into a coma, something I didn’t think would help me.
I needed to find something to occupy myself so that I didn’t fall asleep. I pulled myself up and started walking back towards the plane. “Ame, where are you going?” I smiled at Reg and continued walking. “Going to find my bags, if I’m going to die out here I am going to die happy and looking at the pictures of Glenn on my phone...If it survived that is.” By this time I had reached what was left of the plane and managed to worm my way into it. I looked all over before realizing that they weren’t there and when back outside.
“I brought them out while you were knocked out.” Reg said, pointing to the bags. “And we’re not going to die out here you know. They will find us.” I just looked at here before slowly making my way to the bags. I was able to find my cell phone quickly and walked back to the tree and sat down before I started flipping through the pictures on it. I had tons of photos on the phone, all of which were either Glenn, Glenn and I or my dad and siblings. I think it’s finally set in that I might not make it home and looking at the pictures, how happy everyone looked, I felt bad.
I never made up with my father, never got to see my little brother graduate or my little sisters’ first dates. Hell I would hug Sara if I could just go home and be with the ones that I love again. I just wanted to be back at the hotel wrapped up in Glenn’s arms where I knew I was safe, where nothing bad could happen and where we could begin planning our wedding together. We’d get married next summer, maybe at his house in the huge, beautiful backyard. The tears were back but this time I wasn’t going to bother wiping them away.
I looked back at my phone and then realized how stupid I was. My phone had a signal, how I hadn’t noticed before I’m not sure but it was there. It wasn’t much of a signal though but really any signal was a good signal. “Hey Reg...Catch.” I said before throwing the phone at her. She caught it and gave me a look that clear asked what the hell she was going to do with it. “Look at it Reg, there’s a signal.” She looked at me, and then at the phone and back at me. “How in the hell do you have a signal in the middle of nowhere?” I shrugged and settled in against the tree. This had lifted my spirits slightly. Not much seeing as I was still crying but this at least gave us a better chance.
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