The plane flew very high; the air was thin. Sienna Johnson could feel the suffocating pain and the deep fear.
She was scared—truly scared—to death!
Dammit, you haven't even told me how to use the parachute! What a suicidal pace!!
Anger, shock, and fear got the better of Sienna, making her curse.
"Bastard! I'm gonna kill you! You son of a bitch, scum, trash..."
As she fell, she felt an irredeemable sense of impending doom. The fear reached its peak, and she suddenly calmed down. Stretching her body, she fell fast in a supine position.
The wind roared around her, her long hair billowed by its force. She was falling into the silence of death, recalling her tragic life. She was actually going to die like this... She promised Curly to go on an outing with her; she hadn't yet returned the necklace to Mrs. Phillips.
Suddenly, someone grabbed hold of her. She opened her eyes to see Adrian Desmond's face, so close to hers. He was holding her tight, a smile on his face.
