Runaway Bride

A beautiful women with a ballgown white dress and jet black hair walks up to a man pleading for help as she frantically looks around. Although her hair was beautiful it was matted and frizzy, she had tears streaming down her rosey red cheeks, her eyes were puffy and swollen from the tears she wept. The man was confused and taken back by what was going on she had appeared out of no where while he was getting ready to head to the airport to go back to his home land. "Ma'am i must get going, please." As soon as he spoke gunfire exploded in the airport parking lot she fell into his arms her once snow white dress was not drenched in crimson red. His eyes widened with fear and confusion. With her last breath she faintly spoke with blood dripping from her mouth. "He..lp..me.." and with that it faded away. The man held her wound telling her to keep calm and stay awake as she drifted into the after life his hand and clothes were covered in blood. He weeped as he looked around for help as his hands shook in shock. He got up stumbling slightly. When the gunned man makes eye contact with him he was in the same attire as the bride formal with a black suit. He grabbed his things and ran in a rush the opposite direction towards his flight destination. He didn't think he would make it but there was enough time for him to make it there. How did no one see or hear what just happened? How was he the only one around at the time? So many questions roamed his mind as he clutched his coat. Now sitting at his assigned seat he didn't let go of his coat he stared off into the distance in a daze. He shook his right leg up and down frantically as he bit his lip until it bled. The women beside him looked worried as she snapped her fingers. He fell out of his trance and turned to her direction. "You seem pretty shaken up about something." She pulls out a handkerchief and hands it to him. "You were concentrating on what ever you were thinking about so hard you bit your lip till it bled." The women's voice was soft and had a prominent English accent. She was worried about the poor man and decided to buy him a drink thinking maybe it would calm him down. For awhile as they chatted he seemed calmer than before. He leans over and whispers abruptly. "I saw someone die..right in front of me just now." He said as they were already in the air for about 15 minutes. She froze for a second then let out a nervous chuckle. "You saw someone die?" She questioned as she raised her brow staring at him a bit confused. "If that were to happen do you think we'd be in the air right now? Darling no one died." She took her seatbelt off as she stood up. He sat there then removed his coat from his stomach. "Do you not see the blood soaked clothes i am wearing.?" He asked then grabbed her hand pulling her back down. She sat down as she looked around then at his shirt. "I saw the husband shoot the wife..right in front of me she fell into my arms and died just like that..she cried for me to help her." His voice cracked as he held her hand trembling. She saw how serious he was and it took her back as she didn't know what to do she held his hand trying to calm him once more. "I dont see any blood.." she said quietly as she examined him. He let go of her hand and looked down slowly seeing his shirt was still as prim and perfect as it was when he left home. In frustration he held his head trying to figure out what was going on. Then his name was called. "Mr. Dean we are here to give you your medicine." He smiled at the nurse taking the meds from her. He finally realized what was going on and where he was. He took his meds and finished watching the movie he was watching in the cafe with the rest of the patients.