Everything is dark, and I'm hanging upside down. Like literally if I take off my seat belt right now, I will fall onto the ceiling, head first.
"Dad?" I call out anxious to know that he is alright.
I can't see much at all and there is a pain in my shoulder. I wonder if I've pulled a muscle. I try to move my arm to reach out to dad, and I scream out because the pain from my shoulder is too much. Something is seriously wrong.
"Daddy? Dad?" Why isn't he answering me?
I reach my good arm up to my shoulder so that I can work out what is wrong, and I get the shock of my life when I realise that I'm pinned in. I'm stuck. There seems to be something pushing into my shoulder. I'm not sure what it is.
A pole?
There is blood all over my hand when I pull it away. I begin to panic.
"Somebody! Help me! Please!"
After several minutes of screaming, I hear a voice.
"Is someone there?" It's the air hostess.
"Yes! I'm here."