Diary of a Sociopath

Chapter 16

"Rosie I can't believe you" Nana growls angrily at her.

"Dude, how was I supposed to know there was something in that trashy looking paper bag?!" Rosie snaps back.

"Hey hey hey, what's going on here?" I ask, back at my cabin seat.

"Where the hell were you? You were gone for almost half an hour." Nana growls looking at me.

"The bathroom err lavatory, was occupied so I had to go to the other one. I'm not doing too well. " I manage a sentence grammatically correct. What's up with her. I think to my myself.

Nana anxiously looks at the air hostess as she approaches us. "I'm afraid we didn't find it miss." The air hostess shakes her head apologetically.

"Oh." Nana exhales, tensing up. "Thank-you.." she mumbles as she slowly sinks back into her chair.

"I guess you could say that this was meant to happen, huh?" She says without looking up. Her head hung low, her eyes fixed on the floor. I think I've never seen her like this before.

"Rosie, someone. Explain." My eyes find Rosie, looking for an answer.

Rosie wraps her arm across her chest in defense. "Well. She had this paper bag in which she had folded her pills in. She left it on her foodtray and she went to the toilet. The air hostess came after her asking for the food trays. So, I handed the tray. I swear I didn't know! I mean who keeps pills in a paper bag?"

"Oh....what were those pills anyway? If you're in need of painkillers or something, I got those in my bag." I shift my gaze to Nana.

"No Mel. They're not painkillers. I wouldn't be so mad about some painkillers. Anyways, I don't want to talk about it anymore." Nana let's out a deep sigh as she gets up. "Let's just not talk with each other untill the end of the flight."

...

There's something definitely going on. I feel like I'm purposely put in the dark. The feeling of being enclosed in a small box. The feeling of being buried and covered with rocks to forget. I barely got to digest Max's confession and now Nana is throwing a tantrum over some pills. Rosie's attitude has been growing as time is passing, as if she was purposely putting on a show. I might just be becoming a psycho at this point.

Nana resided in an empty seat 2 rows ahead of us. There's only some time left before we land in Paris. Not exactly how I'd imagined us to be like few minutes before landing.

"Hey where's the toilet?" Rosie asks getting up. "I need to empty my tank before we land."

"Its ahead of us, towards right."

"Not that one. I don't think Nana wants to see my face yet. Didn't you come from the back or something earlier?"

"Yeah, there's another one at the very end of the plane. It's a bit far."

"Ughh. I can't believe you walked that far on a plane." She rolls her eyes and heads towards the lavatory far from us.

I want to go talk to Nana but I can't find myself to. She could have answers to my questions. I just need to ask her directly. Either way, I plan to call my parents after we reach our hotel. I feel the curiosity gnawing at my heart. Just the thought of it gives me shallow breaths.

My thought train is broken by a shrill scream. Panicked, I half get up from my seat looking in the direction of the scream. Heads popping up from their seats looking around to see what happened. Two rows ahead of me, I find 3 air hostesses huddled over a cabin seat. I jump up with a jerk as I realize it was the seat Nana had occupied.

"Miss-please go back to your seat. Everyone must remain seated-" the air hostess starts.

"I'm her friend." I push past the air hostess to find Nana collapsed in her seat.

"Nana are you okay? What's wrong, Nana?"

"I can't breathe, Mel. I want to breathe." Her eyes tear up before rolling up into her head. My eyes dart to her blood stained shirt, which caused the hostess to scream. Was she stabbed?

"F-first aid box. Do you have a first aid box? I need one, now!" I snap back into reality, my survival instincts working.

The air hostess returns back with a first aid box. I remove plenty of gauze and layer up on her wound. "How long until we land?" I ask the air hostess.

"15 minutes."

"15 minutes is fine as long as she's taken directly to the emergency hospital of the airport in Paris."

"I have already contacted the ER team. They are preparing for her."

"Alright, then." I take out a bandage and wrap it around her waist, securing the gauze. "I need some water for her, please."

Why am I finding myself continously in such situations?

"Mel? Oh Mel what's going on?" I hear Rosie's voice from behind.

"Girl there's no time to explain now. Can you take my phone and hand bag with you? It's all back at our cabin seat. I can't leave her side. We will be going to the airports hospital as soon as we land."

"Alright. Oh no, this is awful. Okay, see you in a bit."

...

"Till how long are we supposed to be here.....?" Rosie mumbles.

"Till she wakes up ofcourse." I say.

"She's been passed out since we landed. It's been like 4 hours already!"

"Rosie. Why are you being like this?" My voice turns stern and I furrow my brows at her.

"Because we need to book-in our hotel reservations before it's too late!" She almost yells.

"Well, then go to our hotel and check in for all of us." I grit through my teeth, glaring at her. "And I will join you when Nana can actually open her eyes and walk to the hotel."