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© FEAR of Flying
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I knew the flight wouldn‟t last more than an hour and a half, but that
didn‟t calm me down. I thought about the altitude, the wind, the state of
the pilots, each and every one of the thousands of factors that could
cause a fatality. The affable faces of the check-in staff didn‟t calm me
down at all. They would stay on the ground and would go to have
breakfast as soon as we had taken off.
As soon as I sat down, I checked the safety belt, went over the
emergency measures; one had to be prepared, just in case. I switched
off my mobile phone, and checked that the air conditioning vent was
working to perfection. I arranged the load of magazines for later: Marie
Claire, Vogue, Cosmopolitan, etc. I didn‟t really know why I kept
buying them when I seldom read them; I only browsed them; barely
paying attention to them. Since I had my tablet, I rarely stopped the
hammering of my fingers looking for information, looking over balance
sheets or reading my favourite author.
All passengers went by slowly. I wished that all those people would
finally take their seats, and that we would leave the airport as soon as
possible.
I was very restless. I remembered the short email that my boss had
sent: Tomorrow to New York, you have to seal a new deal with the
Orientals. Only you can do it, good luck precious. You know I’m
counting on you.
My mean boss knew I hated flying, and on top of that, the weather
forecast showed some signs of a storm during the journey. That‟s why
he hadn‟t even called me by phone. He was already enjoying his “well
earned” Christmas holidays; such a hypocritical man! He always
repeated that we had to lift the business between everyone, and that in
hard times we all had to work harder. But at this time of the year, with
two days before New Year‟s Eve, my boss was on holiday in his house
of the Reunion Island; according to him, it was always summer over
there.
But inside the plane everything was different. I didn‟t feel confident.
The security that overflowed on all four sides in an office, evaporated
until it consumed me. Then, I was reduced to a tiny and worse version
of me: nervous, frantic, angry and scared. Some people called it
aerophobia, I called it: a shitty luck!
The flight was full to the brim. I had already asked a stewardess in
check-in if she could leave the seat next to me empty. She looked at me
with a satisfied face and informed that the flight was full. It was clear
that this just wasn‟t my day, I was going to end the year the same way it
had started: in a crowded flight to the big apple.
Sat next to me was a couple that didn‟t stop cuddling and caressing
each other, and although I wasn‟t much older than them, I thought that
so much embracing was out of order; they were too old for that. I put
my headphones on and turned the volume up on my Ipad. I tried to
think of something other than the noise of the plane‟s engines
accelerating for taking off. Then, the documentary about Tibetan bowls
used to cure the spirit and the illnesses I had seen on the Discovery
Channel the night before while I tried to sleep came to my mind.
There was no going back, I really felt like getting up from my seat
and shouting at the stewardesses, telling them to stop the machine
immediately. Eventually, I succumbed to the inevitable, and I thought
about all the planes that would be taking off around the world in those
precise moments, and the rare probabilities that it would be my turn…
2
I don‟t know how long I spent lying there, but I went walking up
slowly. The noise of the engines returned me to where I was. No, it
hadn‟t been a bad nightmare, I had fainted inside the bathroom of the
plane, and the worst thing was that the door of the toilet was still
blocked.
I had to get out of there, I got off the floor as I could, and started to
pound the door, and nobody came to rescue me. I stuck my ear to the
hateful door, nothing was heard.
Were they still sleeping? I looked at the watch and checked that
nearly an hour had passed since I‟d been closed in. It was twenty five
past seven, in forty minutes we would be landing in New York. But
before that I had to manage to get out of the toilet. After having checked
that nobody was coming to help me, I started to find something to open
the door with, it seemed like my mind went back to take reign over my
body, I put water on my forehead and nape. There was nothing that
could be of use to open the door. Everything was joined to the different
surfaces in such way that it couldn‟t be pulled off. I returned to the
traditional method: I got impulse and started to push the door with all
my strength. At first, the door didn‟t give way, but after, when I could
barely feel my shoulder, it started to wobble. It finally gave way. I fell
flat against the floor of the narrow hallway. I turned my face to both
sides, and checked that nobody was looking at me, they must have been
distracted with some film. I stood up , I put recomposed myself before
making my triumphal appearance before the passengers at the end, or
the little ones claiming attention of their parents. Nothing.
I slowly approached the corner that joined with the hallway, and that
led to the seating zone. I lent my hands against the wall, when a small
turbulence came over, the noise of small objects falling everywhere
with nobody bothering to pick them up startled me. Too many things
had fallen at the same time, but I couldn‟t hear their owners move to
pick them up. Something was wrong, I had a terrible feeling. I aimed
myself with courage and peeped over the corner. What I witnessed
froze my blood. The one hundred and seventy nine passengers were
sleeping or lying against their seats. I felt the adrenaline that rose
through my spine and landed on my brain, waiting for a logical answer
for the scene. Lots of them still had breakfast on their stowed tables on
the seat of the passenger in front. I directed my sight to the end of the
plane, and there were the stewardesses thrown against the immobile tray
that was just next to the door of the other toilet.
I retraced my steps towards the cabin of the plane; I knew there was
a phone that communicated the passengers with the plane‟s cabin. I had
heard in countless occasions how the stewardesses flirted with the pilots
during the flights. I reached the door of the cabin, I was tempted to
pound it, but I didn‟t want to scare the pilots. Since the attacks of 11 S,
all flights relied on a communication system between the cabin and the
rest of the plane. I lifted the telephone, and pressed the red button.
Nobody answered my signal. But, then, I heard some commotion inside
the cabin. Something had moved, it sounded like something heavy had
fallen on the floor. I started to wonder whether I had done well in
calling them and manifesting my presence.
4
“Hello? Tell me, is anyone there?” asked a male voice. Happily, I
answer him immediately.
“Yes, hi! It‟s me, I mean, a passenger… You‟re not going to believe
this, it‟s very weird… I think all the passengers are dead!
“Sorry? Are you sure? Where are the stewardesses? Who are you?”
Before I could answer, a new turbulence left open part of the pilot‟s
cabin, what I saw made my heart stop: before my visual field, a bloody
hand appeared lifeless on the floor of the cabin. I looked terrified at the
stranger, who seemed to recognize the expression of terror; then, a
slight smile appeared on his face.
Then , as I ran with terror towards the end of the plane, I checked
that everyone had unfinished drinks on their trays. I deduced then that
that man had poisoned all the passengers; he must have tipped some
type of poison in their coffees and drinks. I suddenly felt that something
grabbed my blouse with force. The buttons of the garment flew
everywhere. I could escape from my persecutor by chance, I got my
arm out of the tight sleeves of the shirt at one time, unfortunately, the
man fell back and was left perplexed on the floor with my blouse in his
hands. I quickly ran towards the washbasin at the end of the plane, half
naked, it was my only opportunity to escape.
I supposed that the toilet would have a security latch inside and that
it would be very hard to force open from the outside.
Scared, I ran for my life, I felt the warm breathing of the man as he
incorporated himself and followed me again; I tried not to look back,
but I couldn‟t help turning and seeing his eyes, like trying to make sure
that my life was in his hands and that he wasn‟t about to snatch it from
me. His look was though me, the anger of those inexpressive eyes only
radiated a thirst for death that nearly made me trip and fall in front of
him; in the last instant I jumped over one of the passengers‟ legs, that
lay lifeless hung over his companion.
There was no other place where I could find refuge, I couldn‟t stop
to look for something on the way with which I could defend myself; I
knew that if I did, that guy would reach me and would be done with me
right there. I seemed to see something sharp hung from his hand;
without doubt it was some type of weapon. I had to play it all on one
card. My body was tense because of the adrenaline it had generated, I
knew I was on the death line; so I travelled the hallway of the plane at
such a speed, that I didn‟t even achieve in my best years of athletics at
college. When I finally reached the place where the bathroom was, the
body of the stewardess over the drinks tray partially blocked my way. I
would have to lean against her body if I wanted to overtake it, the idea
of touching a cold and rigid corpse, made me slip once I passed it, I fell
to the floor, and with barely any time to even touch the floor, I got up
again; I knew I had him on top of me, only a few seconds behind me. I
extended my arm to the door knot of the bathroom; then, I thought
“Where was the other stewardess” “What if she was inside the toiled?” I
grabbed the door knot with hope that it would open. Then, I turned it
and the door didn‟t open.
I took a huge leap to the inside of the toilet, but while I distracted
myself looking for the lock and pushed the door to close it, the arm of
the assassin managed to get through the gap in the door.
I was lost. He was going to come in and kill me there, in that tiny
room. I wasn‟t as strong as a male adult. I didn‟t have anything against
him. As a consequence of that panic, which had made me immobile and
blocked other times, an enormous energy emerged that took my mouth
to his forearm. I opened my jaws with all my strength and squeezed my
teeth, knowing that my life depended on it. Through the door I heard a
strong howl of pain; my bite had worked, the assassin pulled back his
arm and I could close the door.
The sound of the lock as I closed the latch of the door made my body
relax, if only, for an instant.
“Sooner or later you‟re going to have to come out of there. Open the
door and everything will end soon” He assured me. Suddenly, his voice
was interrupted by a massive bang at the front of the plane, the pilot‟s
cabin had closed.
5
The plane started to descend quickly, hundreds of things started to
fall over the plane. One of those abrupt movements of the aircraft made
me hit against the wall of the washbasin, I heard how the man shouted
rushing towards the front of the aircraft. The plane continued to descend
at great speed, I felt like my hearing was going to burst, the pressure
was too strong. That guy had fallen rolling around the plane, the cabin
was closed and the plane fell sharply. We were going to die.
I prayed and begged for my life. I closed my eyes waiting for the
collision with the ground in any instant. I thought of how unfair and
short life was, tomorrow we would be one more news headline, in a
world insensitive to misfortunes. Then, everything faded. I was sure I
wouldn‟t wake up again, after all, I was going to die; wandering in a
dark and immaterial state in which my thoughts would be forever, at
least that was as I saw the death.
Bit by bit I started to feel like I could move, I put my hand to my
face and started to feel it. It was cold, but alive. I tried to get up, but my
whole body hurt, and I couldn‟t move. My body wasn‟t responding. I
paid attention to the sounds around me, then some energetic steps
approached the toilet.
Knock, knock Someone was knocking on the door. I stayed quiet out
of fear and because I wasn‟t able to articulate any words.
I still kept quiet, I didn‟t know who was talking and that voice was
unknown… I didn‟t know if I was still flying or I if I fainted and
everything was a hallucination, a bad dream while I was unconscious.
Then, some more steps approached the door.
“Open the door, please! We want to help you. We‟re the police” That
voice inspired me with confidence, so I decided to talk to them.
“I‟m here, please help me, he was trying to kill me…” I babbled
sobbing.
“Don‟t worry! we‟re going to get you out of there. You‟re safe now,
you‟ve landed, we know what you‟ve been through, he explained
everything to us.
Then, I saw him, there, next to me, immobile, I the front seats
blocking the exit. I couldn‟t believe it; what would be the next thing?
The sanitary crew surrounded that man‟s dead body, making the
stretcher pass over his body. It seemed like he had fatally banged his
cranium during the abrupt descend to land. But then… Who had landed
the aircraft? That was crazy.
When we got down to the track, on the way to the ambulance, some
men addressed me.
“Excuse me, miss, this gentleman wanted to talk to you, he his the
copilot of the plane, commander Fitzgerald”
“I hope you get well soon” said the copilot. “Don‟t worry, you don‟t
need to say anything, I‟ve already explained everything to the
authorities. I don‟t know where you came from, but I thought I was the
only survivor. Thanks God that you helped me to take him out the
pilot‟s cabin. That damned crazy guy, poisoned everyone on the plane.
He added something to the drinks and coffees of breakfast. Luckily, I
didn‟t have any liquids during the flight. As I discovered that everybody
was feeling bad, and that I was the only one that seemed to move about
the cabin without any bad symptoms it made me think that it was all
planned and it wasn‟t just indigestion. The pilot started to feel bad and
put on autopilot before fainting he opened the door to that mad guy who
said to be a doctor and could help him. Once I saw him, I realized he
was not helpful, so I made him believe that I was another victim of his
plan. Little by little I threw myself to the floor and pretended to be
dead.”
I could not say anything; I could not believe that we were alive.
“After a while, he ran out when he heard you come out of the toilet,
that was my opportunity to close the cabin and proceed to emergency
protocol and asked to land the plane in the first available airport.
Luckily, the hard descent finished him off, it seems like he broke his
neck with the fall; I only hoped you were okay, after all, you saved me.
Thanks!
I got in the taxi and gave the address to the driver. On the seat next
to me I found a screwed up newspaper of the day; I quickly recognized
my silhouette on the front page, I unfolded the paper, and there I was on
the first page. I looked at the taxi driver and his wide smile indicated
that he had already recognized me. I started to read the news without
noticing my companion in the photo, when I looked at the picture again
I was shocked: next to me, with his protective arm over my shoulder
was the crazy man that had killed those people. He was dressed in the
pilot‟s uniform, but how had he tricked me?
I was sure he had lain dead on the floor of the plane, and that it was
the other man who was talking to me. I closed my eyes, as I opened
them again, I felt like I was going crazy; that guy next to me in the
photo had changed his appearance while he spoke to me, I was sure.
But, how? Was he a shapeshifter?
I thought of calling the police, but when I looked up, we had already
arrived to my destination. I paid the taxi and I ran up to my parents‟
house; but when I was putting back my change in my purse, a paper
appeared between the notes and money. I opened it, thinking that it was
a receipt from the taxi driver.
“Don‟t look for an explanation. You are not crazy. Soon you will
forget my face, soon you won‟t know who I am, as everybody does. I‟m
just telling you that I‟m not the only one and that there are more waiting
their moment”
I turned quickly towards the taxi, I saw a hand saying goodbye from
the window, leaving. A shiver ran through my body. That was the
strangest thing I had lived in my life, I only wanted to get home with
my parents and forget everything.
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