A tin can of echoing screams . That ' s what I was on at the moment , as I sat calmly in my seat as I wondered why everyone was freaking out . I got up from my seat and tried to get through the writhing walkway of frantic bodies and aggravated screams . Now bewildered and afraid , I tried to see if someone had just gotten killed , if there was an attempted terrorist attack . What was it ? It wasn ' t until I heard some more distinct words among the passengers . I heard it ! I heard it , too ! No , I didn ' t hear it . Please , no don ' t let this happen ! What ' s going to happen ? How will it end ? I looked around at the frightened people and understood . The cacophony of random , terrified , horribly fearful and futile cries filled this tin can . It was all I could hear , and the only thing I did hear before the people erupted . Only the hollow sound of cold , odd smelling air conditioning , and the rattling of overpriced beverages and snacks served by the attendants were sent to my ears . I had heard nothing before this . Unfortunately , everyone else heard a very distinct sound , a message . Many wait for It , others try to run from It , but almost all fear the moment that they hear It . So simple , yet hard to replicate and impossible to trick one into believing even if copied well . 10 minutes left on Here . followed by the most personal name that one goes by . It was spoken in such an otherworldly and bizarre vice that none knew how to describe It , and none lived long enough to adequately do so . Its what I didn ' t hear . I felt relieved as I made my way back to my seat . I could have picked any of them to return to at this point , as many had gotten up from theirs in a depressed , premourning uproar . However , I chose to go back to mine . I stared at those surrounding me , watching and wondering how I would survive this . Stressing over this fact , I saw a man across the aisle from me . Among the constantly shifting , agitated line of flesh rumbling in this walkway , I saw him sitting in his seat , staring at the others the same as I did . Watching him curiously , his head swiped to the side to see more passengers before stopping in the middle of its arc . His pupils widened and his hands went up to his head . Shaking for several moments , he raised his head upwards and released a guttural scream of realization . NO ! He heard It as well . This caused me to distrust myself . How had I not heard It yet ? How could I possibly survive this ? Several minutes passed as I went through the possibilities in my own head . I heard nothing but my own thoughts , trying to drown out the chorus of cries from the passengers so I could focus on my own thoughts . However , I deceived myself into thinking this was the reason . What I thought was my conscious thinking of my possible outcomes for survival was merely it making room for It to be heard . I wanted to listen . I had to know . I didn ' t want to hear It but I had to know . I had to be certain of my fate . I didn ' t want It sneaking up on me . If nothing else , I wanted it to be certain . In my focused thought processes disguised as a rogueish clearing of the mind , I hadn ' t paid attention to the certainty the rest of the passengers and crew had the pleasure of knowing . An explosion erupted from the right side of the plane , causing the tin can to lurch and the inhabitants to scream in a louder , more frantic manner . The plane started to fall and the captain came over the intercom to notify everyone that an engine had failed and to brace for impact . Several moments later , everyone had been made very certain while I was subjected to a longing uncertainty in the dark , wondering if It would be heard . After an unknown amount of time passed , my eyes released me from the uncertainty . I was awake . Around me , my vision cleared to show the brutal aftermath of It ' s message . Bodies strewn across metal shards of wreckage . Some areas had an indistinguishable smattering of the two while others were clear cut . The rest were certainly burned in the combustion of the plane ' s fuel . Most of the wreckage was covered by the night ' s uncertain shadow , but the flame from the fuel was all that let me view this catastrophe . I used its ending light to show me the undeniable end of so many . Of course , this only distracted me from what kept me glued to the aftermath , the metal shard sticking out from my back . I didn ' t bother to look down at my own wound , the one that kept me so stuck to all of this wreckage . I simply looked out at the wreckage , at the people . I could only wonder and think upon their ends and my doubt . I was like this for several hours . Only one thing took me away from this , though . My eyes gazed up to two white lights meandering towards me in the uncertain night , shifting through the trees . I smiled , as the lights came closer to me . They became clearly visible as I . 10 minutes left on Here . Grath . . was certain .