As my eyes opened in a halt I remembered hearing the police siren. They soon closed. And now, they were open. I saw before me my father’s face, his strong features in sheer horror. What had happened? I looked up and all I saw was white. But it wasn’t a prosperous, creamy white; it was a grayish tint. The colour I knew only one place had. I was in a hospital. I wanted to ask my father where I was, but I didn’t have the strength to speak. I then tried to move but my entire body was in pain. What had happened to me?
And then it hit me: the plane. I remember going to the airport in the morning and buying a ticket for the Emeraud au Rouge flight at 9:00. I even remember boarding the plane. And that man. The blonde haired, dirty looking man with a burned cheek. I remembered how he looked at me. His eyebrows twisted as he greeted me. I remember wondering whether I knew this man. Was he one of dad’s students? Did he work at school? I remember nothing from there on.
As I opened my eyes again my father held my hand. “Blanche is coming, honey. Mum’s coming. It’s all right. You’re going to be all right”. I looked around and I could spot at least seven security agents in the room, including a police officer. I heard the creak of the door, and there she was; my mother. I missed her so much! A tear rolled down my cheek as I looked at her, and, surpisingly, I felt an unbearable sting. What had happened to my face? She approached me. She was really here. The tears flowed down her eyes abundantly: “My baby!” Then I was unconscious.
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