Novel & Cerita Fear Of Flying

The weight of his words hits me like a punch to the stomach, and for a second, I freeze. Dead. The word hangs in the air between us, heavy and suffocating. I look at him, and I see it ,genuine concern in his eyes. Maybe for the first time, I see it. But I can’t focus on that right now. I can’t. My mind is full of nothing but fear. It’s suffocating me, and every second we waste is another second closer to the ground. The shaking gets worse, the plane jerking like it’s going to rip apart. The pilot’s already dead, and I don’t know how to fly this thing. I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know if I can survive this.

His arresting, gray gaze finally meets mine and I look away quickly. Mason Lachlan is like crystal meth. If I let myself get attached, it is going to be a horrible, downwards journey from the word "go". He moves away after snapping my seatbelt in place, and settles into a seat far away from mine. The plane commences taxying down the run away. Then it hits me. I have a horrible fear of heights. Any kind of heights. I have only travelled by plane once. Even then, I had to deplane before I got to my destination.

He failed to decipher why he felt trapped, but he knew all too well that his fear of flying had already begun to weigh down on him. It was mere hours after takeoff, and the lit signs above the passengers heads clicking on meant they would soon arrive. River remains calm, as his stomach feels stirred and bothered by the shaking of the aircraft. No Flight Attendants could be seen, but he could hear them in the lower cabins speaking to unaware passengers.

He seems off today. Not because he handled me like a piece of luggage, but because of the general ‘I’m feeling murderous’ vibe he’s been giving. I don’t know what would’ve happened if I had disobeyed him and spoken. Yeah, scary Bastard is in top form today. Sigh. I didn’t know I had a fear of flights, not before today. I’ve never even been on an aircraft before, I guess we learn new things everyday. Funny thing is, the moment I got on the jet, my fear disappeared.

I'm terrified, plain and simple. It's an irrational fear, but a fear just the same, and it ravages me any time I enter an airport. It never fails: every time I fly, something always happens. My friends think I have adventures. I think it's hell-some of which I bring on myself, some out of my control.

Chapter 3 – Embarrassing Plane ride Raegan Mayfield POV I was a flight from Chicago to Los Angeles... I have this unrealistic fear of heights, I cannot stand on a balcony without freaking out. I'm terrified of flying I supposed to be on this flight with my best friend, but she ditched me to stay another day with a guy she just met... I’ve taken a calming pill and I’ve had three glasses of wine to calm my nerves. So I get to my seat and I'm trying to relax, I got a glass of champagne and I'm drinking some more to calm my titties... I prayed I fell asleep at least halfway through.

aa My stomach dropped. “I’ve never been on a plane before,” I blurted. He paused. “I’ve never been out of the country,” I continued. His eyes studied me carefully now. “I’ve barely even left the city,” I added nervously. “My God, Axel… what if I’m scared of flying? What if I puke? What if I can’t breathe up there?” I looked up at the massive jet again. “Where the hell are you taking me?”

Annabelle's POV "Ladies and gentlemen, due to weather conditions, we have not received clearance to land and will be diverting to another airport. Please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened, as we will be crossing an area of severe turbulence. Thank you for flying with us." I hated flying. Always had. I had long believed that if birds were given wings and humans weren't, there was probably a reason—and that reason was we're supposed to keep our feet firmly on the ground. And please, don't start with the whole "planes are statistically the safest way to travel" thing. The last person who had tried to convince me that I was more likely to die in an elevator accident than a plane crash o

Yuki's pov The flying part wasn't scary. I wasn't terrified of airplanes. I wasn't terrified of turbulent flight or height or any of that. I was terrified of beginning again. Terrified of seeing myself. For three weeks — almost four — I had done nothing but rot. Fault myself. Cry. Break things. Apologize to specters. That was enough. I couldn't keep going on like that. Mom wouldn't have wanted me to go on like that. Grandpa wouldn't either, even if he didn't always recall me.

He turns to look at me and says, "Hi." "Hi," I say back and lean back against the seat. Minutes later, everyone is seated and nerves kick in. I have never flown to any place or left Gauteng. I have also been afraid of the plane even when I have never boarded it. I have seen a lot of movies to stay away from it.