The Last Flight Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight Chapter 13

After Doctor Harlow left me alone, reassuring me that he would come back at any time I needed him, I lay still, looking up at the ceiling. My dream was going round and around in my head. Each time my eyes began to close I forced them open. I didn't want to sleep and have these nightmares, Every one felt worse than the one before and the fear or the confusion I felt inside just scared me beyond belief. I looked constantly at the clock on the wall. Two O'clock, two-thirty, three, my eyes getting so heavy but I couldn't allow sleep to overtake me. What seemed far away, in the darkness, a light flickered, a match or something like. Once again I heard a voice, a man's voice. “Come on Karen, I am waiting.” “George? Is that you?” I asked. “You can trust me, this is the way out,” the voice urged. I took a step towards the distant light then immediately stopped and turned for, to my right, equally distant, a door appeared, a rectangular light in the darkness. “This is the way out Karen,” a woman's voice called. “Karen! You have to decide, now!” the man's voice. “I don't know who to trust, who to follow.” I called out. “You can trust me, Karen. Come to me, you know this is the way, you can't stay here, alone,” the woman called. “You will not be alone,” the man called, “Not if you choose this way out.” Suddenly, the flickering light was extinguished and the distant door closed suddenly, silently and once again I was left alone in the darkness. “No, wait!” I wailed, “Don't leave me, ...

... please...” I stared around in the silent darkness the words seemingly absorbed as they left my mouth. As I called out I noticed a feint light begin to flicker. Not a yellow light like the flaring match but an orange glow which grew steadily larger until I could see actual flames and feel the heat from them. That familiar feeling was rising again from the pit of my stomach, the feeling of utter panic and hopelessness. I stared wildly about, looking for something, anything that would lead me away from the fire but there was nothing at all. Apart from the flickering flames, all else was black. I screamed out: “I can't bear it anymore, I don't want to die! Not like this, not alone... Help me, Please!” There was no reply, no answers to my pleas and my voice was lost into the ether. The heat was growing in intensity and I could hear the flames roaring all around me and now, the all pervading smell of aviation fuel. There was no escape! The pressure from inside me rose ever higher until, seeing no way out, the scream of terror burst forth from my lungs! At that instant, the flickering flames were gone, replaced by a soft warm light as my eyes snapped open. The morning sun was trying, and succeeding, to light the hospital room through thin curtains. My heart was pounding and my breathing laboured as I stared wildly around the room, a nurse was beside me holding a glass of water, her hand on my arm. Dropping back onto the pillows, I let out a groan. “Mademoiselle,” she said as she held ...