Chapter thirteen

Having your life flash around you while you scream so loud with your body trembling in trepidation as you mutter prayers of forgiveness in your mind is the craziest incident no one should experience.

Everyone wants a swift, easy, effortless, and peaceful death, and not the crazy type that gives you hypertension while you scream your lungs out. Death is a one-man thing and to be honest, I don't even know how Alex is fairing.

I just hope mom doesn't cry too much, my brother doesn't fall into depression, and that Harriet doesn't turn my house to a full-time brothel.

All of these were going on in my mind when the jet screeched, 'system rebooting in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1." And from the ground floor, we went up the sky in massive velocity.

"Thank you, Lord, oh my goodness," I screamed, unbuckle my seatbelt and jump on Alex's lap in joy. He was bathed in sweat and fear that his body kept on shivering.

"Are we dead