Oceanic what!?

I do not believe in fate. I do not believe in destiny. And I damn sure don’t believe in this shit.
I believe in itineraries, and mine has me touching down in Los Angeles. I didn’t know Oceanic Airlines was a real airline, but it’s just a name. Just a name. I do believe in turbulence and believe me, we’re experiencing far too much of it. I believe in wings and turbines and jet engines so will someone please tell me why I’m gripping the armrest of this fucking chair?
Is that a fat guy with a guitar case? This is not a television show, this is a flight from Sydney to LA, and we are not going to crash.
Someone’s throwing up, and I think I smell shit. Someone just shit themselves.
I think the ceiling is… tearing?
I am going to close my eyes, count to five, and wait for us to land.
I can hear the wind howling louder than it should.
Thanks beeping noise, totally didn’t know to fasten my seatbelt.
Something just hit my face and it felt like an oxygen mask.
Fuck. I don’t know how to swim.
I believe.

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