From Lea's desk.

Hi...here the BEGINNING of my story. If u

find any spelling errors or sth, just ignore

them for now...english is not my first language,

am tryin my best!! lol.

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Welcome aboard the flight "Oceanic 275"

from Nashville,

Tennessee to Honolulu, Hawaii. We would like

to ask for your

attention while the plane personnel

demonstrates the safety features

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A

smile on my lips. A man at my side. A ring on my

finger. It fit my

slender finger perfectly. It sparkled. Nothing

too expensive, but

still beautiful. "Darling? Did you hear what I

just said?"

I heard him say and felt his soft touch on my

thigh. "Huh...?"

I said and smiled. I shook my head. "Sorry, I

was just

dreaming." He leaned closer to me. I could

feel his hot breath

on my neck as he whispered: "Let our

honeymoon begin. How about

a walk to the bathroom ...we could -" "Noah!" I

broke

him off, giggling. "Try to be romantic for

once." I told

him, still smiling. He looked at me and took my

hand in his. “Oh, I

am ... I'm always romantic. You should know

that by now." He

kissed the back of my hand softly and

caressed it with his

fingertips. I raised an eyebrow at him. "A

quickie in the

bathroom, baby?" He took a deep breath.

"Yeah ... I guess

you're right. There's no romance in that." He

leant back in his

seat. I leaned close to him this time and laid

my hand on his chest.

"Let me say that again. A quickie in a tiny,

smelly bathroom on

an airplane ..." He looked at me and smiled. No

romance, we

agreed. I took out my favorite

magazine and

began reading an article about the meaning of

different hair colors.

"But it would have been an adventure for

sure!" I suddenly

heard Noah mumble. I hit him on the shoulder

with the magazine and

rolled my eyes, holding back laughter.

"What

are you reading, darling?" he asked a little

later. "Nothing,"

I just said, biting my lip. "Oh no, you must be

kidding me,"

he said after sneaking a peek. "Why?" I asked

him. "What's

this? Do it right: Dye your hair Agent-Scully-

Red," he

said, reading out the article's headline in a

funny voice. "Not

good?" I asked questioningly. He shook his

head.

Suddenly

we heard someone clearing her throat beside

our seats. We looked to

the left and saw a stewardess standing there

with a smile on her

face. "Excuse my interrupting," she began,

"but would

you like something from the food cart?" she

asked with a

friendly smile. Noah nodded and said: "A

sandwich with ham would

be great." He turned towards me. "Darling?" I

smiled.

"Some coffee, please."

It

started getting dark outside. We would be

there soon. Hawaii.

Honeymoon. We got married today, and it was

wonderful. It was a small

wedding, only family was there. That was how

we wanted it to be. I

looked out of the small window even though

there was nothing

interesting to see. "Can you see anything

interesting out there,

darling?" Noah said, looking out of the window

as well. I shook

my head. "No, I was just -" "Look! I can see

the

islands! Over there!" he said, pointing

somewhere with his

finger. "What? No ... there's nothing there,

Noah," I said

smiling, shaking my head. "Of course there is.

Look ... that one

must be Oahu - or maybe Maui, I can't tell," he

said. I looked

at him as if he was crazy. "Are you okay,

sweetie?" I asked

and laid my palm on his forehead as if I was

checking his

temperature. "Hey, you're my husband ... stop

acting as if

you're five years old. People are already

starting to look at us,"

I added. It was true. We were getting all the

attention, all the

unwanted attention. Suddenly the plane

started shaking violently. I

grabbed hold of Noah's arm, and with the

other hand I held tightly

onto the armrest. It stopped shaking a few

seconds later. I let out a

deep breath and looked at my husband, who

was grinning at me. "Were

you scared?" he asked, still grinning. I looked

at him for a

second before turning away. "No, I wasn't," I

said, biting

my lip. The truth was that I was very scared.

I'd never got used to

flying. I felt his hand on my shoulder - he

caressed it softly, and I

felt my body relax. I turned towards him and

rested my head against

his shoulder, closing my eyes. "I know you hate

flying,

darling," he said softly. "We'll be there soon.

Try to get

some sleep. When you wake up we'll be in our

paradise ... Hawaii."

I smiled. "Yeah ..."

I

was just about to fall asleep when the plane

started shaking again.

It was not as violent as the first time, though.

I grabbed Noah's

hand and he squeezed it. "It'll stop in a few

seconds.

Everything is okay," he told me. I nodded

without saying

anything. Most people around me were not as

calm as my husband. They

looked frightened. The plane was still shaking.

It should've stopped

by now. I froze and turned to Noah again. The

expression on his face

was something I had never seen on him before.

He looked ... scared. I

tugged at his arm. "Noah!" I said loudly. He

shook his head

and swallowed. What was happening? It didn't

stop, but started

shaking more violently. By now people were screaming, and

baggage was

falling down from the baggage compartments.

"We're going down!"

and "I don't want to die!" were the sentences

I heard

people yell over and over again. I started

screaming myself. "Noah!"

No reply. I almost couldn't see anything. I

tried to move, tried to

turn towards my husband, but got pushed back

into the seat. I tried

again, but it was no use. I felt a sharp pain ...

my head. Dizziness.

Pain and blood everywhere. I couldn't breathe.

"Noah!"

I

awoke with a start. I was breathing heavily

and trembling

uncontrollably. I looked around me. I was in my

house, our house. In

our bed. I was safe. It was just a dream, a

nightmare. I looked over

to the left where the bed was made. Noah got

a call the night before

telling him that his mom was sick and needed

some help, so he drove

there right away. She wasn't seriously ill,

though. It was just the

flu, thank God. His father died in a car

accident three years ago, it

was terrible, and after that his mom just

wasn't the same any more.

She never recovered from the loss, and I

sadly believed she never

would. She needed a lot of attention. We did

everything we possibly

could. Two years ago she had to stay in a

psychiatry for seven weeks,

and since then she had had many appointments

with psychologists.

Suicidal.

I

felt dizzy. Slowly I crawled out of bed and

went into the bathroom. I

held onto the sink as I looked into the mirror.

My eyes were blank.

Empty. My face was pale, my lips dry. I looked

terrible. I took off

my nightgown and panties and teared my eyes

away from my reflection.

I stepped into the shower and let the water

run down my body. The

water was hot. I could feel how it burned my

back, but I didn't care.

Seconds later I began to freeze, I wrapped

my arms around me and

found myself shivering with cold. I tried to

make the water even

hotter but it was already at the point where it

couldn’t get any

hotter. I looked around me for a second,

suddenly feeling watched. I

didn’t understand this. I felt weak and held

onto the wall to

steady myself. My fingernails were turning

blue. I turned off the

water and stepped out of the shower quickly.

Mirror. Pale face. Blue

lips. I raised my hand and touched them softly,

they were swollen and

cold as ice. I couldn’t feel anything, I couldn’t

think. I walked

out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to

the wardrobe. I just

wanted to get warm so I pulled out some

clothes and put on the

warmest sweatshirt I could find. When I was

fully clothed I sat down

on my bed, my back resting against the

headboard, and tucked myself

up. I looked at the alarm clock on my

nightstand. 4:16 AM.

4:

23 AM. I didn’t move. My eyes hurt. They were

opened wide.

Something stopped me from closing them. Fear

of falling asleep, fear

of dreaming. I reached over and picked up the

phone. I looked down at

it for a second before dialing his number and

lifting it up to my

ear.

I

heard his voice.

“Noah.

It’s me...”

“I’m

not feeling good. I can’t get warm,” I said

shaking.

“No,

I can’t, Noah. I can’t,” I said just loud enough

for him to

hear.

“I

had a dream,” I told him.

“I

don’t know what’s wrong with me. It was only a

dream...” I said

in a whisper.

“There

was a plane crash and...and,” I stuttered.

“and...we died, we

just-“

“I

know....yeah,” I whispered, tears welled up in

my eyes.

“Yes.

Yes, I’m listening...” I said, tears now made

their way down my

cheeks. They felt cold on my skin.

I

froze.

“What

do you mean, you had the same dream...?”

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thats it for now...who can help with a title name?