Chapter 2

No sooner had I sent it than a woman beside me shrieked. "She's foaming at the mouth! She's not going to die, is she...?" The already terrified passengers around us heard the word 'die' and began to shriek in terror.

"She's scared to death! She's dead! We're all going to die, all of us, plummeting to our deaths in this plane crash!" A commotion erupted in the cabin.

I slowly got up and pulled Fatima into my arms. "Don't be scared, someone will come for us!"

Suddenly, the plane's rear wing ripped apart completely, and the cabin rapidly depressurized. Oxygen masks dropped from above, but just like in my past life, some were jammed and unresponsive. I hastily put a mask on the noblewoman, then on myself, gripping the seat tightly to avoid being thrown out.

However, Chloe, who had brought all this trouble upon herself, was the only one in our row whose oxygen mask hadn't dropped.

"Why don't I have one?! Damn it!" Chloe's face contorted in panic as she glared fiercely at me. "Ava, that's my seat! So the oxygen mask is mine too, give it back, now!"

Ryan, on the far right, also commanded me with a sense of entitlement. "Ava, how can you be so vicious?! Give Chloe the mask! It's hers by rights!"

I stared at them, my gaze icy. If looks could kill, these two shameless, despicable individuals would have died a million times over!

The oxygen level in the cabin was plummeting, and Chloe finally started to panic. Seeing that I wasn't budging, she turned her gaze to the frail Fatima beside me. A memory from my past life flashed, and I instantly knew what this woman was about to do. Before she could get up, I shoved her back into her seat. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Chloe hadn't expected me to stop her. She stomped her foot in fury and slapped me across the face with full force. "Bitch! Get lost!" Instantly, a coppery taste filled my mouth. "Are you insane? What does it matter to you if this old woman dies?!"

"You're so selfish!" Ryan, tearing off his mask, looked at me with disgust. "That seat was Chloe's to begin with! You stole her oxygen!"

"If you're so selfless, then give me back the mask, you slut!" Chloe gnashed her teeth, roaring at me. Then she slapped me hard again, and after breaking free from my grasp, she lunged to the left. With lightning speed, she yanked Fatima from her seat and threw her down. She snatched the oxygen mask and put it on herself.

"Chloe!" My eyes burned crimson as I stared at her. "Are you even human?!"

"What's wrong with you? She's practically dying anyway, what's wrong with me taking the oxygen mask?" She looked at me, utterly entitled, a smug look on her face. "You're the one who wouldn't give me the mask, so if she dies, it's your fault!"

"Ava, you're truly malicious!" Ryan echoed immediately.

I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to tear them both apart, and propped Fatima against my seat. I secured the oxygen mask on her. The intense depressurization forced me to keep my head down. My vision began to black out in waves.

Just then, a pair of hands gently touched me. I instinctively looked up. Fatima was gazing at me with deep gratitude, pointing to her mask, then to me. I understood. She wanted me to wear the mask. I shook my head, just as my brain, starved of oxygen, was about to give out.

A flight attendant's trembling voice echoed through the cabin. "Ladies and gentlemen, brace for impact! Head in hands, brace for impact, the plane is about to make an emergency landing!"

"Sea rescue teams have arrived, please prepare!"