SCARY STORY CONTEST
15-18 YEARS CATEGORY
HONOURABLE MENTION
Too Much Time
By Anna-Maria Angelis, 17, Coquitlam
It's a strange feeling, knowing that you're about to die. I am scared, extremely scared, but I guess I'm about to have an experience that no one alive can recreate.
Only probably ten minutes ago I was floating far above the ground on a private jet thinking life couldn't have been better. I should have known, in the way the pilot chose to circle far above the mountainside ominously like a vulture instead of choosing a destination point and back. That's what you get for trusting criminals, and now here I was. I was falling. It seemed endless by now but it had to stop soon, surely, and when it did, well, I'd rather not imagine.
Perhaps I've had too much spare time to think this out before actually dying. Maybe that's what they intended. I wasn't even distracted by the wind whipping across my body, hair flying wildly around my head, my jacket flapping around my arms and torso. I had lost the shoes I wore for the flight ñ my most expensive pair.
I'd honestly would have rather they'd just stabbed me or shot me, a wide frightened malevolence in their eyes.I wouldn't care if they'd stuffed me into a sewer without food or water and I had to die along with the already putrid scents that exist down below, among rats and roaches and dirt. Anything but this.
If I didn't know better I could almost say I was excited by now. After all, when you've got nothing to look forward to, you might as well be excited one last time. Still, I'm terrified. All this time to think is going to kill me (oh wait).
I wonder if they're laughing up there. Watching, waiting to see a smeared streak of blood appear along the mountainside. I hope I splatter all over their perfect mountain cottages with the glass walls looking out on the lake and the four bathrooms, two with Jacuzzi tubs, and the shiny new Audi in the drive way. I hope I land on that car.
How long have I been falling anyway? I didn't think we were that high up, but maybe it just takes longer to fall than I thought. It's funny, it happens quicker when you're falling in other senses of it. Falling in love, for instance. That happens fast.
I wonder if she's waiting for me on the other side. I do miss her. I hope the other side exists, now of all times. I never believed but I guess in desperate situations even the most stubborn of us hope for it.
God, let it be real. Yes, I'm talking to you after all these years. Please let it be real. Please let her be there waiting there in her favourite white dress, with her golden flax hair in the same perfect wave down her back. Give her a crown of flowers for me. Tell her to hold on. I'm coming.
