-Stanley Lewis Fitzgerald-
eighteen years old // closeted homosexual // tags;
Stanley didn't even know how he managed to fall asleep. His mind was racing with different thoughts, why didn't you tell them face-to-face? Why did you write a stupid letter? What if- He had to then stop himself from finishing that thought, as he's never been on a plane before now and all sorts of fears had been bestowed upon him. As the dark-haired boy was blinking his eyes open, he could make out a blurred shape of the window next to him and the sunlight that poured through it onto his face. Taking a deep breath he then rubbed his eyes as he felt a slight discomfort in the pit of his stomach as he then glanced around the cabin before looking out the window again. His stomach threatened to spill his last meal as he saw the ground become closer and closer, and before he could make out a scream it was sudden blackness.
When Stanley came to, he found himself unable to move as he was pinned under a piece of the plane. Panic started to bubble in his throat as he tried to make out a noise and to move the heavy metal that was pinning him to the sandy ground. The teen could feel tears starting to form in his eyes as he struggled against the piece as he then found his voice and started to yell out in a hoarse tone, "help! Somebody! Please!"