My boyfriend Andrew Ruiz and I went on a graduation trip, with my roommate Lucy Ortiz shamelessly tagging along. During our flight to Arabia, the plane encountered severe turbulence and began shaking violently as it plummeted toward the Pacific. A malfunction caused only half the oxygen masks to deploy. The vicious Lucy snatched the oxygen mask from an Arabian woman named Fatima Wilson. Unable to bear watching, I shared my oxygen with Fatima, saving her life. After the emergency landing, Fatima’s husband Salih Wilson arrived. He was an oil tycoon. To thank me, he adopted me as his goddaughter and threw Lucy into the slums. Later, Andrew and I got married successfully. On the day we went skydiving, he suddenly unfastened my parachute and pushed me out from thirty thousand feet. I was smashed to pieces. He said, “If you hadn’t insisted on saving that old woman, Lucy wouldn’t have died.” Only then did I realize he and Lucy had been secretly involved behind my back. When I woke up again, I found myself reborn at the moment the plane had just taken off. Lucy’s shrill voice rang in my ears: “Aaliyah, I’m talking to you. Let me switch seats with you.” Aaliyah Thompson is my name. Her words instantly pulled me back to reality. I pressed my hand against my wildly beating heart. After a long moment, I realized I had been reborn. I turned my head and looked at her with cold indifference: “Fine. You can go sit with Andrew.” In my previous life, I didn’t understand why Lucy insisted on switching seats. Now, looking at Andrew, my heart filled with disappointment and hatred. After switching seats, Lucy and Andrew immediately started groping each other disgustingly. As the plane climbed higher over the Pacific, I knew the turbulence was coming. Sure enough, the next second, the entire plane suddenly dropped. The intense weightlessness made everyone on board panic and scream. One woman shouted: “Ah! What’s happening?” Another woman cried out: “Is the plane going to crash? I don’t want to die! I want to go home!” A man roared: “Shut up! If you keep crying, I’ll strangle you!” Crying and cursing instantly filled the entire cabin. I turned to see Fatima with her hands clasped together, eyes tightly shut, her face pale. Based on my experience with her in my previous life, I knew she had severe panic disorder. Suddenly, the plane shot upward violently. The entire cabin tilted almost ninety degrees. My hands trembling, I gripped the armrests tightly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Lucy had already thrown herself into Andrew’s arms. She said in a weak voice: “Andrew, I’m so scared.” That voice gave me goosebumps. Andrew instinctively held Lucy, acting like he could give her security: “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” But right after he said it, he suddenly realized and immediately shut up, looking at me. I sneered inwardly, despising this pair of adulterers. Just as I looked away, a sharp pain shot through my left hand. I instinctively looked over. Fatima was pale, clutching her chest and gasping heavily, sweating profusely, her eyes beginning to roll back. My heart jumped. These were signs of her panic attack! I quickly reached to search her pockets. But just as I placed the inhaler near her nose, the plane shook violently again. The medicine in Fatima’s hand was flung away, landing right at Lucy’s feet. I stared at that medicine, noticing Fatima’s breathing becoming more and more rapid. I wanted to unbuckle my seatbelt and risk retrieving the inhaler. But my hand suddenly froze as I tried to unbuckle my seatbelt. I instinctively looked down and discovered the seatbelt buckle was completely jammed—I couldn’t pull it out. With no other choice, I shouted to Lucy: “Kick that inhaler by your feet over here!” Lucy leaned forward and saw Fatima, who was nearly suffocating. She let out a cold laugh and said, “If you want to save her, save her yourself. What gives you the right to order me around?” Perhaps sensing death approaching, Lucy’s fake mask of kindness was completely torn away. She continued: “You don’t just save rich people—you save poor people too. You’re just so noble, aren’t you?” Not only did Lucy refuse to kick the inhaler to me, she deliberately pretended to accidentally kick it even further away. She said with false concern: “Oops, sorry. The plane was shaking just now and I accidentally kicked the medicine away. Oh no, what a shame.” Seeing her provocative and smug expression, I felt a sharp pain in my chest from anger. What a b*tch! I glared at Lucy, my chest heaving violently: “Lucy, are you insane? This is someone’s life!” Andrew beside her dropped his act too. He pulled Lucy into his arms and said tenderly: “What does this have to do with us? Lucy, even if we die, we’ll die together.” Then he looked at me with disgust and said: “Aaliyah, you think you’re the most righteous person in the world, don’t you? Since you’re so noble, why don’t you unbuckle your seatbelt and go get that medicine yourself?” I turned to look at Fatima, who was nearly suffocating. The next second, I used a hairpin to cut through my seatbelt. The moment I stood up, the plane’s violent turbulence threw me upward, slamming me hard against the cabin ceiling. Then the plane climbed rapidly, throwing me back down into my seat. Every bone in my body felt broken, and my vision kept going black. Lucy seized the opportunity to lift her foot and stomp hard on my hand, saying: “B*tch, serves you right!” At that moment, the inhaler from the front rolled to my feet. I stared at the medicine, gritting my teeth as I crawled toward it. But just as I was about to reach it, Lucy kicked me hard from behind. My head slammed into the armrest, making me even more dizzy. Enduring the excruciating pain throughout my body, I used my memories from my previous life to send emergency texts to the rescue team and Salih.
I had just finished sending the text when a woman next to me screamed: “She’s foaming at the mouth! Is she going to die?” At the word “die,” the already terrified passengers became even more panicked and started screaming. Another woman shouted: “She’s scared to death! She’s dead! We’re all going to die! We’re all going to crash with this plane and be killed!” The cabin erupted into chaos. I slowly got up and held Fatima in my arms. I said: “Don’t be afraid. Someone will come to rescue us.” Suddenly, the plane’s rear wing was torn apart, and the cabin began rapid decompression. The oxygen masks above our heads dropped down. Just like in my previous life, some of the masks got stuck and didn’t fall. I quickly put one on Fatima and put one on myself, then gripped the seat tightly with both hands to prevent being thrown around. However, Lucy next to us became the only person in our row without an oxygen mask. Her face was full of panic: “Why don’t I have a mask? Damn it!” Then she glared at me viciously and said: “Aaliyah, the seat you’re sitting in was supposed to be mine, so this oxygen mask should be mine too. Give it back to me right now!” Andrew on the far right also ordered me: “Aaliyah, how can you be so vicious? Give the mask to Lucy quickly, it was hers to begin with!” I looked at them coldly. If looks could kill, these two shameless animals would have died a million times over. The oxygen in the cabin was getting thinner, and Lucy finally started to panic. Seeing that I didn’t respond, she turned her attention to the weak Fatima beside us. Thinking of what happened in my previous life, I instantly understood what she was planning to do. Before Lucy could stand up, I pressed her down in her seat: “What are you trying to do?” Lucy hadn’t expected me to stop her and angrily slapped me across the face with full force. She said: “Bitch, get out of my way!” I immediately tasted blood in my mouth. Lucy continued: “Are you crazy? What does it matter to you if this old woman dies?” Andrew next to us took off his mask and looked at me with disgust: “You’re so selfish! That seat was Lucy’s to begin with, and you stole her oxygen!” Lucy glared at me through gritted teeth and roared: “Don’t you like playing the good person? Then give me back the mask, you bitch!” After saying this, she slapped me hard again, then broke free from my grip and lunged toward Fatima on the left. She pushed Fatima out of her seat with lightning speed. Then she snatched Fatima’s oxygen mask and put it on her face. I looked at Lucy with bloodshot eyes and said: “Lucy, are you even human?” But Lucy felt completely justified and said smugly: “You’re the one who’s sick. She’s going to die anyway, so what’s wrong with her giving me the oxygen mask? You’re the one who wouldn’t give me back the mask. If she dies, it’s your fault!” Andrew immediately chimed in: “Aaliyah, you’re truly vicious.” I took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to kill these two people. Then I helped Fatima to my seat and put my oxygen mask on her. The severe decompression forced me to keep my head down, and my vision kept going black. At that moment, a gentle hand touched me. I instinctively looked up and saw Fatima looking at me gratefully. She pointed to the mask, then pointed to me. I understood what she meant. She wanted me to wear the mask. I shook my head. Just as I was about to suffocate from lack of oxygen, the flight attendant’s trembling voice came over the cabin speakers. She said: “Dear passengers, please put your hands over your heads and prepare for impact. The aircraft is about to make an emergency landing. The maritime rescue team has arrived, please get ready!”
I was extremely nervous and held Fatima tightly. After a violent impact and turbulence, seawater instantly flooded the cabin. Everyone began to panic and flee. I unbuckled Fatima’s seatbelt and helped her stumble toward the emergency exit. A rescue team member shouted through a megaphone: “Are there any injured passengers? We don’t have enough lifeboats, so we need to evacuate the injured first for medical treatment, then rescue everyone else in batches.” I quickly raised my hand, about to speak. But suddenly, Andrew from behind covered my mouth with his hand. He glared at me viciously: “Lucy and I are getting on the boat first. This old woman can’t take our spots!” I struggled free from his grip and stared at him with ice-cold eyes. “Get away from me, you coward!” I shoved Andrew aside and helped Fatima step forward. I told the rescue team: “This lady has severe panic disorder and needs immediate medical attention. If we delay any longer, she could die from suffocation.” Lucy glared at me with malicious eyes. “You’re being so selfish! There are so many people here waiting to be saved. Why should we rescue a dying old woman first?” As soon as she finished speaking, the already panicked crowd immediately started talking. One woman said: “Let us healthy people go first. Why should dying people get priority?” A man chimed in: “She’s already dying, so why should she take up space?” Another man said: “Exactly! You should rescue us first, or we’ll all report you!” I looked at them in disbelief. Fatima beside me was pale, looking as desperate as I felt. I was so angry I could barely speak: “You people…” The rescue workers were just doing their jobs for pay. Getting reported once would cost them a lot of money. They looked at each other and reluctantly said: “Alright, you go first!” Lucy and Andrew showed triumphant expressions, gave me a mocking look, then walked straight onto the lifeboat. Seeing this, several men nearby, afraid of being left behind, pushed others aside and jumped onto the boat. Watching Fatima lean against my shoulder, barely able to hold on, I became extremely anxious. “Fatima, don’t fall asleep!” Then I looked at the rescuers with pleading eyes. “I can stay behind and give up my spot, but you must take her with you. Otherwise, she’ll die!” The rescuers looked at each other. On one side was me, refusing to back down, and on the other were passengers wanting to rush forward and grab spots. They didn’t know what to do. I added: “They can file complaints against you, and so can I. If someone actually dies, how will you handle that?” The lead rescuer thought for a moment, then looked at the weak Fatima behind me. “Fine, help her up.” I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly helped Fatima onto the lifeboat. Just as I was about to turn and leave, Fatima grabbed my clothes tightly. Seeing this, Lucy immediately mocked: “Didn’t you say you’d give up your spot? Now you don’t want to, right?” She looked at me with cold eyes, deliberately stirring up conflict. The already agitated crowd was instantly inflamed. Someone shouted: “Get off, you b*tch! Or we’ll kill you!” I pulled my clothes free from Fatima’s grip, preparing to leave. Lucy behind me said again: “You can’t leave!” She looked at the confused rescuers and said: “What if this old woman dies on the way? So she has to come with us!” Before anyone could object, Lucy continued: “But she’s already given up her spot. So let’s just tie her to the back of the lifeboat and drag her back!” As she said this, she looked at me with eyes as vicious as a venomous snake. The lifeguards discussed it briefly and immediately agreed to the plan. When one of my hands was tied to the lifeboat rope and I was thrown into the sea, I was still in shock. The bone-chilling seawater instantly engulfed me. My body began cooling rapidly, shivering uncontrollably. Lucy sneered as she watched me. She said, “Aaliyah, this is what you get for pretending to be the good guy!” Standing in the boat cabin, she looked down at me from above. “You dare glare at me?” With that, she grabbed a harpoon nearby and thrust it viciously toward my eyes. My mind went completely blank. Just as I was stunned, Fatima somehow found the strength to shove Lucy hard. “Ah!” Lucy screamed. Her body lurched sideways, nearly falling out of the lifeboat, and the harpoon dropped into the sea. “You b*tch!” Lucy spun around and kicked Fatima hard. Already weakened, Fatima immediately coughed up blood. Lucy was furious. After exchanging a glance with Andrew, they seized the moment when no one was paying attention and threw Fatima into the sea together. “Bastards! Stop!” I roared. Lucy also shouted in feigned surprise, “She fell overboard!” Only then did everyone turn their attention our way. I watched as Fatima was thrown down. Then, with my one free hand, I lunged forward at lightning speed and caught her. The already weakened Fatima and I were dragged through the sea together by the speeding lifeboat. The icy seawater pounded against my body, sending sharp pain through every bone. I could only grit my teeth and endure. I couldn’t let go. If I let go, Fatima would be swallowed by the ocean. I don’t know how much time passed, but just when I thought I was going to die, the lifeboat finally reached the harbor. Suddenly, over a dozen gleaming golden aircraft appeared in the sky. Salih stepped off one of the planes, wearing a headscarf, frantically searching through the crowd. When he saw his wife lying barely conscious on a stretcher, his eyes widened instantly. “Fatima!” He rushed forward, his voice trembling as he asked, “What happened to you?” Fatima on the stretcher glanced at him, then completely lost consciousness. “Fatima!” After a furious roar, Salih glared menacingly at everyone present. Hundreds of bodyguards immediately surrounded the area. Salih bellowed, “None of you are leaving. Take them all back.” Then he carried Fatima onto the plane and departed. Lucy and Andrew exchanged glances, sensing trouble ahead. Seeing the fierce-looking bodyguards, Lucy immediately screamed to stop them. She said, “Don’t come any closer. What right do you have to restrict our freedom? This is illegal.” A nearby rescue worker turned pale, realizing the woman they had treated so roughly was no ordinary person. He whispered, “That’s Salih, the Arab oil tycoon who controls almost the entire South African oil industry.” Everyone’s faces instantly drained of color. They all knew that in the fight for oil fields, people in the oil business used countless illegal methods. After treating his wife like that, would they face punishment? Lucy’s face went pale, trembling just like Andrew. The bodyguards said nothing more and forced all of us onto helicopters. Half an hour later, the helicopter landed in a towering castle. Fortunately, Fatima was only suffering from hypothermia and a panic attack. She had been given sedatives and was no longer in life-threatening danger. Salih swept his cold, venomous gaze over us. He asked, “Who threw my wife into the sea and dragged her?” Everyone’s eyes turned to Lucy. Lucy’s eyes instantly filled with terror as she frantically tried to defend herself, “It wasn’t me. I…” Before she could finish, Salih shot her in the leg. A piercing scream rang out, making everyone’s skin crawl. “It wasn’t me!” Lucy’s face went white as she clutched her bleeding leg. Looking at me, she said, “It was her! She’s the one who dragged your wife through the water. Everyone can testify to that.” That’s the evil of human nature. As long as they’re not the ones in trouble, anyone can take the blame. Seeing that no one contradicted her, Salih stepped forward and grabbed me. He gripped my throat tightly with one hand while pressing a loaded gun hard against my temple with the other. Salih said, “Since you hurt my wife, you won’t live.” His grip tightened, and my eyes began to fill with blood. The suffocation made it impossible for me to speak. Just as I was about to die, Fatima was wheeled out in a wheelchair. Seeing me nearly strangled to death, she quickly said, “Salih, stop! She’s my savior.”
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