Explosions In The Sky

Flight 53, 2:27 AM.



I sit in the window seat. My sister is in the middle and my brother next to her.



Walkman on since we left.



City of Delusion goes on and on.



I love airplanes.



Love takeoff.



Love landing.



Definitely love turbulence.

In the same exact second Delusion finishes, I can hear the captain say something. I dont really get all of it, the medication has been taking its toll on me. I ask my sister what´s going on, and she says something about Explosions. Damn, Im so fucking deaf.



Explosions?



She keeps talking but I cant hear shit. Then, it all goes slow. Everything.



I feel sick.



I feel like throwing up.



I look down to the floor.



It all start going reddish. Suddenly, for the briefest of moments, I can hear again.


My sister whispers softly to my ear.


´´Im sorry, brother.´´


I look up and she is gone. So is my brother. I search for the old couple in the seats behind me and they´re gone too.


I stand up and walk through the whole plane.


Everybody is gone. Everyone. The pilot, the flight attendants. Everyone. Somehow, this baby keeps flying.


I walk back to my seat, just by the window and start to sob. Before I can make any sense of
what´s happening, I look out my window.


And there they are.


So bright.


So beautiful.

So glorious.


The Explosions In The Sky.


They sit so peacefully, their very core illuminating the darkness of the skies.

I study them closely. Some seem to have been here for a long time, just sitting there. They look as if during the climax of their very ignition, they froze.

Other seem as they have been here only for a short moment in time. Far away, near the horizon, I can see new ones forming and exploding in front of my very eyes. Even when they implode, they do it so gracefully and peacefully, with a coordination that a gymnastics synchronized team would envy.

I suddenly find myself crying, not of the loneliness or the fear of the unknown that had taken over me a few moments ago, but of the overwhelming joy of being able to experience a spectacle for my own eyes only, as magnificent as this.

I was so enthralled with the skies that surrounded me, that I didnt noticed that the plane had landed. I stand up, and walk towards the place where the exit normally is in a airplane.

I didnt expect it to find it open, but it is.

I didnt expect to find the stairs that descends to land, but there they are.

Just when I touch the ground, the never ending darkness dissappears. The Explosions are gone too. Instead, I look up to find a evergreen land with a gate and a woman sitting in a bench about 25 feet from me.

I approach the gate with a surprising calmness. When I get close to the gate, I realize the woman sitting in the bench is the old lady that was sitting behind me in Flight 53.

I stop walking when Im barely inches away from her. She doesnt even stop reading that fat book in her hands and acknowledge my presence. I stand there for a few minutes. Then I ask her:

´´Where am I?´´

Now she closes the book and looks up to me with a stunned look in her face.

´´I never though I would hear that question in here,´´ she answers me.

´´Now, why is that?,´´ I ask.

´´Well, my little boy, this is the Gate to the place you know as Hell.´´

As soon as she finishes the sentence, the darkness and the Explosions crawl over the skies again and the Gate slowly opens.

Hell?

Somehow, Im not surprised (Actually, I just cannot br surprised anymore).

I look foward to whats gonna happen next.

Sounds great, I think to myself.

After all this, only one thing remains certain.

Im in for a wild night.