•Last Words of a Shooting Star
Synopsis- Travis’s’ plane sequence (my ver.)
“All of this Turbulence wasn’t forecasted,
apologies from the intercom„
Metal digging in, crushing his trachea,
Lottie. black spotting his vision.
Nat’s sobbing. Blood rushing.
Travis’s eyes flung open taking in ragged, deep lungful breaths, hoping to never run out of air like that again. But when he took in surroundings his disgruntled breathing turns panicked.
The plane. 1996. Natalie, Lottie, Javi……
One side of the plane shook with angry turbulence dark and he could feel the despair, while the other was calm peaceful full of light, love.
Then he looks forward, somehow, he can see himself. Not how he died, but how he left the wilderness.
The shell of a boy trying to be a man.
How he’s always been since that place. He feels the all too familiar grip of a cup in his left hand he looks down, a wooden goblet. The same one he spent countless nights drinking out of in the wilderness, trying to escape the horrors they were put through. He drops it watching a blood red elixir drip out of it, staining the too-clean blue carpet of the death trap. 
Travis jumped when he heard the voice and then he stopped….. that voice.
That childlike voice mixed with the scratchiness of the first wave of puberty. Then the pop of gum. He flinched at that. “Sorry I forgot, they just gave it to me for my ears. Still pop.”
Travis’s lips tremble as he cranks his neck, stiff to the point of no return, to look at what he believed to be impossible. He couldn’t help but gasp, so guttural it seemed someone was stabbing him over and over and over again.
Floppy brown hair, brown wide eyes still so full of life unlike last time he saw hi….. “No…” he said again as if he was to convince himself. He has to look away. But, then he hears that stupid, little snicker Javi would do whenever Travis would do something stupid and he could show him up.
How could you make it better Javi, really? Your dead.
That’s all Travis could think.
“You are too, doofus.” That’s what really broke Travis. “I know!” He’s known for years. But, Javi, poor sweet, dead Javi just laughed. “What’s funny Javi. We are both dead!” Travis screamed hysterically. “But least we are together.” Was all the younger said to the older. He was the one that was supposed to lead Javi, to protect him, it’s the other way around just like it always was; and it’s like he can feeling the blood vessels of his brothers dead heart bursting in his mouth, iron taste flooding his mouth all over again.
He heard the pop of gum, that fucking gum.
“Javi.” Travis said. “Javi!” Travis screamed and screamed and screamed some more. Until his vocal cords ripped an his throat filled with blood.
“God, you kids are so fucking dramatic.” A rough, older voice. One that’s haunted his every waking thought for years upon years. The bear. “Never thought you’d see me again, huh?” Cigar second hand smoke hits his nostrils burning the hairs.
He is so confused he doesn’t understand that his eyes are closed so when he opens them he just stares in horror. Kodiak. The hiker. The last of their salvation.
“The fuck?” The white man laughed,
“Yeah,” Kodiak sighed slumping in the plane seat, sequin fabric squeaking under his wilderness riddled clothes, “I said the same thing when I got here.” Travis chocked on his words, he chocked on apologies, he chocked on sobs. Suffocating all over again. It was a long time before Travis spoke, or was it? Was there a perception of time in this limbo plane of existence? Or has be been here all along, just waiting.
Finally the silence broke with Travis’s rugged voice, “What are you doing here?” And he laughed again, and again. What’s so funny?
“What am I doing here? What are you doing here, man. What are any of us doing here?” He said that last part more to himself than to Travis. Then he just sighed taking one last drag off the cigar, savoring it. Guess you don’t get many cigs in the after.
“They’ve been waiting for you Travis….” Kodiak said ominously, he turned his head, Travis’s eyes widened in shock the very same hatchet Lottie buried in his skull an utter 25 years ago.
Seems like it was yesterday. Travis doesn’t even realize he is crying before he felt the wet tears hit his cheeks, dripping down his chin. “And you’ll be waiting for them, all of them.” His face fell, confused, still in shock; “W-what do you mean,”
All of a sudden, Kodiak is gone. “What do you mean!” He yelled into the nothingness.
Travis is by all by himself.
The plane shook harder and harder taking him back and then in a strange turn of fate his face morphed into a mix of the younger and older version of himself, two entirely different people being forced to be one.
The air is knocked from his lungs as if it was being forced out of him, the last beat of his heart, Nat’s laugh and then her cries.
His whole life flashed before his eyes, his heart ached. For himself, for his brother, his father, his mother. Natalie. His sweet Nat. How they had done each other so wrong for the sake of survival. How he would never be able to take it back, how he would never be able to thank he for all she did for him. Even though the pit of hatred still lives well inside him for her, for Lottie, for that place.
But where hatred thrives love soon follows.
Then all that was left was darkness.
a/n- TRAVIS MY SHAYLA. Okay I really didn’t know what I was gonna name this and then I was listening to an old playlist and this song came on and it was fate. And my sensitive ass DID cry writing this. Leave a comment and reblog 💗💗
