OBSSESION

Fuck!

I was sure I did something bad in my past life to have such bad luck.

“Please, ensure you remain in your seats with your seat belts on. We are experiencing turbulence.”

I closed my eyes, my insides melting from the terror about to happen. Men and women panicked while the children wailed. It was a scene you could only see in the movies. My stomach churned as a tremor went through the entire plane. One idiot had the guts to not wear his seat belt. Even though our chances of survival were very slim, it seemed he didn't want to cling onto that hope. The plane swerved in the storm, and I cursed again. Lightning decorated the dark, heavy clouds like a horror movie scene as I looked out the window.

“Oh Jesus! Buddha! Allah!” The scrawny man beside me held his hands in prayer, his hair stuck to his skin as beads of sweat ran down his face.

“Please be calm and remain in your seats and ensure you have your seat belts on.”

Stench of vomit filled the air as the middle-aged lady that sat across the aisle beside us spilled her guts on the floor of the plane. The equally middle-aged man beside her tried to calm her down, wrapping his hand around hers. The rumbling of the thunder and screams of the other passengers masked what I assumed to be his soothing words as he rubbed his other hand on her back. There was no way we were going to survive this.

The plane swerved again, this time, with a force that removed a part of the left side of the plane, just by where the middle-aged couple sat. Their screams did nothing as they were wrenched out, together with their seats, the force of the wind pushing them out of the hole.

If the horror of our situation hadn't registered with anyone, it did now. I didn't think it was possible, but the screams in the plane got louder, especially as the luggages started dropping.

I closed my eyes, allowing my life to flash before me.

My mind drifted to my dead parents. Maybe I was finally going to join them. It scrolled through the years of abuse I endured from the man I had married. The one I was running away from. The one who wanted me dead.

Damn!

Imagine escaping death only to walk right into one. I let out a bitter laugh, my eyes filling with tears. The irony.