“Mayday! Mayday!” 

“Captain! What’s going on?”

“I can’t control the aircraft, something is wrong!” 

“Sh-Should I—”

“The oxygen masks! Are they deploying? What’s happening?” 

The passengers of flight A509 erupted into hysteria as that frightening conversation played over the loudspeaker. The plane was tilting, it was falling, and it was going to crash. 

“Where are the oxygen masks?!” screamed a frustrated man. He hugged his wife close to him, and his child even closer. 

Then a few dropped down. People scrambled to grab the masks, putting them on the elderly in hopes that this airplane crash would have mercy.

The man stared at the single mask that hung in the air. He stared at his wife, and then his daughter before hastily putting the mask on the little girl. In the midst of all the chaos, the plane took a sudden drop before it floated back up in the air. 

The man sighed in relief before holding his family close to him. “We’re okay, it’s going to be fine, the plane seems stable—” 

Then the plane rumbled, and in seconds, it crash-landed into a forest full of trees. The little girl watched in horror as her parents were crushed by the fragmenting metal and shards of glass. She froze in her spot as her mother hovered over her protectively, her eyes void of life.

“Mom!” Sora shot up in her sleep with beads of sweat lining her forehead. She clutched her chest and felt her pounding heart. She frowned and felt her hand tremble as tears blurred her vision.

Tomorrow would be the last day of March, and Sora would be on her 29th flight of the year. She’d been counting…and she was afraid.