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I gulp hard, continuously trying to unlatch the door. A big jolt makes me sway away from the door, making me fall on the floor. I suddenly look at the instruction board written in clear English.

"Push to open"

I groan loudly, perceiving that I was making a fool of myself. All this time I was pulling it instead of pushing it. God damn Y/n, why are you so clumsy?

I grip the edge of the sink and get on my feet. With the next bounce, I directly slam into the door, making it wide open. I stumble out only to collide with someone else,

"Y/n! Are you ok? Where did you disappear?" Jackson is half stuttering. He caught me from my arm, preventing me from landing flat on the floor.

"What's happening?" I breathe fast while asking him anxiously. I can't stand properly because of the frantic movements of the huge metal bird.

"I don't know either, looks like something has terribly gone wrong," he looks as jittery as me.

The plane is horribly swinging, making us impossible to stay on our feet. People are screeching their lungs out with the horrendous experience they are facing.

Are we gonna crash?

Jackson tries his best to stand up, staggering while making his way to the end of the passage. He gestures me, "Follow me Y/n, we have to make it to a middle, it'll be safer," he says, somewhat trying to ease my worries.

I acquiesce him and try to follow him. The friction between my boots and the texture of the carpet isn't strong enough to hold my body from swinging. As I take few steps forward, trying to catch up with Jackson, my foot trips with the next hefty jolt, making my face hammer by the ground. My lower lip blast opens, letting my taste buds detect the metallic warm liquid.

"Y/n-ah," Jackson turns as he sees me on the ground. "Aish," he strides to me, clutching my shoulder, supporting me to stand up. I quickly wipe off my bloody lips and follow him to the passenger cabin.

It is chaos inside the cabin.

People are trying to hold onto their seats, crying loudly for help. The air hostesses try to calm them down. Even they look terrified, yet they endeavour calmness inside the plane. Jackson glide to the last seats of the middle row, motioning me to imitate him. I am nervous as hell, I don't know what to do or not to do. My brain has stopped functioning, leading my thoughts to tangle. I clasp the head of the seat, sliding my body into the seats. With great difficulty, I flop into a seat, panting both nervously and anxiously.

A loud and stern male voice speaks through the speakers,

"This is your captain speaking, we have everything under control, we are going to have an emergency landing right away," as he says, the oxygen masks fall from the roof above our heads.

The rattling of the plain and the loud cries of the people are making my head ache. I feel sick inside my stomach with all the flipping inside it. I feel like the dinner I had before the flight is gonna rise to my head.

A female figure enters the cabin. She is wearing a uniform that belongs to the airplane crew. She announces, holding tightly into a pole nearby,

"Passengers please remain calm, captain has everything under control. No need to worry," she tries to maintain a serene tone while talking. Suddenly a loud voice talks frantically, 

"How the fuck is everything under control? Does he even know what he's doing?" A man stood up from his seat. Even he is swaying, he manages to reach the front, near the air hostess. I breathlessly watch him gripping the woman from her collar,

"I have a fucking family to take care of!" He barks at the helpless flight attendant. The other passengers startle even more from his acts.

"Asshole," Jackson mumbles under his breath. He harshly bites his lip, not knowing what will happen to us. I am too scared to talk. I feel mute. I gulp to wet my throat that feels like the Sahara desert.

The jolting and jouncing of the plane is a little tame now. But it didn't help me from wrecking with fear. I revoke the conversation I heard earlier. How can they assure that we will land safely when he said we were having a severe signal loss?

Another figure appears from behind them. A tall man who is wearing a blue and white uniform, steps towards the man. He gently places a hand on the impatient man,

"Sir please calm down, everything will be ok-" the other man greets him with a harsh punch, making the man jerk few steps back. He groans in pain, covering his bleeding nose. The passengers gasp at his hideous acts. The female attendant closes her mouth that wide open with horror.

"What the hell is wrong with you, man?" One of the passengers in the front rows yelps, espying the violence the other man is creating. The man turns with rage, his face is shading red with anger and agony,

"Will you take care of them if I fucking die? No? Then shut the fuck up and remain in your seat," he roars to the other man, shutting him down. The crew member gritters his teeth, still stretching his lips to a smile, being polite as much as he can,

" Sir, we know you all are scared, but please don't bring violence here. It's startling the others," the other man stumbles towards him and clutches his uniform.

"I want to see your captain, fucking take me there," he yells at the other man's face, ramming him against the wall. I gape at the whole scene with trepidation. I am so panicked, and this man's outrage is making it worse. I sweep the droplets of sweat from my clammy palms, I flicker here and there with skittish. "He's acting like he's the only one who has a family," Jackson scoffs, shooting nasty glances at the man in the front.

The taller man suddenly pulls out a small silver dagger from his back pocket, brandishing the knife. I gasp as I see the metallic weapon in his hand. All the passengers along with the man who was creating drama, freeze in their places. The man let go of him in horror as the taller man steps forward, talking grimly,

"I am warning you for the last time mister, please remain calm. We will take care of this," he talks, making the other man flinch from his threatening voice. He stammers, falling back on his seat where he was sitting. I forget how to breathe even because of the extra tension created by people in the forepart of the cabin. Jackson breathes fast, trying to overcome the shock. The tall man turns to us,

"Everyone please stay in their seats, don't try to create any violence," his words are menace and surly. I gulp, pressing my body against my seat. People don't dare to make a shush sound after the incident. The crew member keeps watching us.

It doesn't take long to start jolting again. The plane was making grisly rumbles, vibrating with horrific sounds. I dig my nails into the seat, startling, with a panic that grows second by second. I can feel my sockets are getting watery with tears of fear that I can't control. I haven't been so afraid in my life. I look at the others.

People are holding to each other. My heart sinks when I see a mother enfolding her arms around her son, trying to protect him from the feral fate in front of him. He is closing his eyes tightly, snuggling into his mom's embrace. He looks so young, I swallow the lump that formed inside my throat.

Is this the end of me?

I scream from inside, a silent scream that others can't hear. I have so many things I want to tell my parents before I die. I want them to know that they were always the best parents for me even our family life wasn't that great. I just want to tell sorry, and thank you, before I could let go of everything.

"We will be fine, don't worry," Jackson says, squeezing my hand. Yet, I can detect the agony and twisting grief inside him as well.

Like he knows that we are going to die,

I clench my jaws together, taking a deep breath. I close my eyes for a moment.

If I will never make it, please god take care of them, please bring my parents together and let them have a happy life together.

A fat tear escapes from the corner of my eyes.

The plane starts shaking. I feel weightless like we lost gravity. The seat belt is tightly hugging me, not letting me fly away from the seat. A loud vroom apprehend my eardrums, making me feel like they are bleeding with the rattling. The nose of the plane turns downwards, causing us to slant forward.

People start screaming for help, yelping in horror. It sounds like the earth plates are crashing together. I am too scared to screech. I feel hot as the motion of the plane becomes faster. With a loud crash sound, part of the plane tears, blasting a huge gust of air. I gasp as I perceive that it was the place we were sitting earlier.

The screaming sounds get stronger and stronger. I am feeling dizzy and nauseous. Part of the plane is gone. With a loud squeal, another part rips, not alone, but also taking half of the passengers with it, mercilessly, not hearing their pleadings.

Flames are rising high, causing the wings of the plane to catch fire. The bounces and the super speed is making me want to throw up. I clasp my mouth with my hand, trying to hold on.  A loud wave of scream occupied the surroundings as the front of the plane shred, displaying our dreadful death right in front of our eyes.

We are flying without a pilot now.

That's when my voice suddenly arouse, screaming at the top of my lungs. The blood splatters my face as the people in front fly away to the mid-air, not in full person but halves.

"Y/n, get in the back, go, go!" Jackson hurriedly unbuckles his belt. I flicker at him,

"I- I can't-" I stutter.

"It's our only chance," he worriedly gazes at me. There isn't any time to think. I acquiesce him and move forward, getting on the backside of the seat. I am practically climbing up, trying to escape the death in front of me. I use all my strength to hang on the seat. This seems impossible,

One by one, the people were disappearing in the mid-air with horrifying screeches. I am half crying, I am covered with bloodstains. My energy is fading, still, I keep climbing, for the sake of my dear life.

We try to make it to the top. The plane is savagely falling without any steer.

"Jackson! I can't do this! I am gonna fall," I yelp, tightly holding into the seat with my drained energy.

Jackson is on the very last seat. He extends his hand to me, "Take my hand, you can do it," he looks just exhausted as me. He is stain with blood and oil as well. I feel the heat of the burning blazes beside me. My face is patch with tears that are mix with blood.

I look behind me.

I see nothing but the dark surface down me. The only source of light is the flames that are vigorously burning the flying bird, trying to manifest the domain of it against the metal monster.

I stretch my arm, hopelessly trying to reach the top. Jackson leans as much as he can, trying to get a grip of me. I am almost there.

Y/n, You can do this,

I mount my body a little, stretching my body. I am almost there but I don't make it as a cold wobbly surface hit my back, making me unconscious.

The only thing I remember before the dark liquid drowns me is Jackson screaming, surrounded by orange colour flames.

I don't breathe anymore.

Damn such an ass chapter 🥲 what to do lol. And also, Happy birthday to our lovely Angel Park Jimin. We love you Mochi,

Our boy is 26th now 🤧🥺 stay safe and happy Jiminie,

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