THE SEER audio book excerpt
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Chapter eight, Nathan boarded right after the people flying in business class. He hurted his bags down the aisle until he got to his row. He glanced at his boarding pass, 22 a window seat. With his bags stowed, Nathan slid into his seat and alternated, watching through the window and keeping an eye on the people boarding the plane. Nowhere to go with the police. Show up, he thought. How long would he be in jail if you spent enough time in Egypt? You heard plenty of rumors about terrifying prison experiences. He forced the memory of those stories away. A man in a dark blue outfit appeared at the front of the plane. Alarms sent tingles down Nathan spine. He watched the man as he got closer. Nathan's heart began beating again as he realized the guy was just wearing a suit, not a policeman. As the man in blue lifted his carry on into the overhead compartment, his gaze met Nathan's. For just a moment, Nathan flinched. Deep, despairing sadness struck him as if he'd been body slammed. He felt like he'd been shoved back into his seat. He caught his breath and clenched his eyes. tightly closed, paralysed as a flood of images poured through him. Satisfied exhaustion, a crowded bus, warmth and comfort, like holding someone's hand and a feeling of completion, then absolute terror and panic. Ah, feeling of floating and waiting than metal noise and human noise. Ah, bus crash, broken, grief filled emptiness, a chasm so deep and hollow that it could never be filled or crossed. Nathan felt the tightness in his chest ease. He realized he was gripping the armrests of deceit so hard that his fingers felt like they would snap or would go right through the hard material. He blinked as the images faded, the awful infinite sadness lingering for long moments. He lost someone. He lost someone. His vision darkened again, this time thicker than on the street outside his apartment. Nothing closed his eyes. Ah, bubble of panic catching in his throat. There is something seriously wrong with me. Maybe that rock that hit me in the tomb caused internal bleeding. But the dimness lifted after less than a minute, and Nathan made out the pale color of the terminal through his window as he watched the plane's wing begin to move above the tarmac. his heart seemed to start beating again. What the **** is going on? How do I know that about the bus crash? Another dizzy spell head. Not as bad this time, but his vision darkened for longer, making him feel like he'd been blindfolded. He felt it. His head, no soreness. The knot of fear that had been jabbing him grew. Could he be going crazy? Hallucinating, having a psychic break of some kind. He would see a doctor after getting home if it continued. But maybe it was just stress catching up to him, he felt stretched to the point of snapping. He tried to relax and couldn't. From the corner of his eye, he watched out the window. The grey runway melted in Tobler as the plane picked up speed. Finally, his neck already sore, he scanned with rows in front of him. All he could see where passengers hands and what were all those impressions. Those feelings as if you were experiencing someone else's life. Nathan's thoughts fuzzed in an out fear, making him jittery. What is happening to me? Sitting there, staring at the bland gray of the seat in front of him, Nathan tried to empty his mind or at least set it into some kind of order. He realized he had a seat meat and tried to get a look at whoever it waas. He noticed by the angle of her face that she was looking at him. Are you OK? Either she was American or her English was pitch perfect. She was a middle aged woman, large boned, wearing light colors, not a tourist. Was she a business person of some kind? The arm nearest him wore a flesh colored skin tight sleeve. Was that for some kind of skin condition? Nathan studied his hands. Got it? Be the stress, at least the woozy nous and dizziness. We're going away.