Her voice cracked on the last word.
Girl 2 clung to her, fingers gripping her sleeve, face buried halfway into her shoulder. Her eyes were red, wide, searching for something—someone—to fix this.
“We didn’t do anything…”
The words barely made it out. Weak. Almost lost.
The background shifted slightly.
A flight attendant stood a few rows back—frozen between authority and uncertainty. Her posture stiff, her eyes flicking between the girls and the surrounding passengers who were starting to notice.
Phones were lifting.
Whispers were dying.
Everything was narrowing into this moment.
Then—
A voice from the phone.
Calm.
Too calm.
“Who told you that?”
The camera drifted just enough to catch the reaction.
Girl 1 swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice, but it still shook.
“The crew… they said we can’t stay…”
The sentence hung in the air.
And then—
Silence.
Not natural.
Heavy.
The kind that makes people stop moving.
The flight attendant felt it.
Her expression shifted—just slightly—but enough.
Something was wrong.
The voice came back.
Colder now.
Controlled.
“Put them on the phone.”
The words didn’t rise.
They pressed down.
The heartbeat started—slow, deliberate.
Girl 1 hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then she slowly pulled the phone away from her ear.
Her hand trembled as she turned.
Eyes locking onto the flight attendant.
Passengers were fully watching now.
No one speaking.
No one moving.
The girl’s voice came out barely above a whisper—
“My father wants to speak to you…”
The attendant didn’t move.
Didn’t reach.
Didn’t breathe.
The phone hovered in the space between them.
And then—
A deep, cinematic bass hit—
BLACK.
Part 2 in the comments.
