A/N: Second chap. I'm so glad I had three reviewers! Should we add to that number? :) Haha. I hope so.

I hope you will like this chap; I worked so hard to make this long enough.

Chapter's word count [without the A/Ns] : 1,133 words

Chapter 1.

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He was tired.

The plane had just crashed...

And he was squished in one of those seats.

But at least it was better than dead.

He got up, and looked down at himself. Damn. I'm badly scarred.

He walked toward the wall, making a hole in and ripping it as fast as he could and getting out.

And though he was injured bad, he could only think of one thing to do right now—To run.

The airplane might combust.

He ran with all his will, even if it was hurting him. He was even limping, for crying out loud.

It was still pretty fast though.

And he had another reason to get out of that place.

Everything was in blood.

Or worse, in pieces.

He didn't even want to remember what he saw there. He just shut everything out, and ran.

`Cuz when you're running, everything is forgotten and everything you focus on is just to run away.

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She couldn't take it anymore.

The plane started shaking. Everyone was shocked, obviously, who wouldn't be? And also because of the fact that everyone gasped aloud in surprise and shock. Rima glanced at the girl beside her and looked back at all the other passengers on the plane. They were holding, no, clutching, each other tight. There was one particular girl that caught her eye, though—a young girl, about the age of 8 or 9. Their eyes caught for a single moment as the girl frantically looked for a stuffed animal that she dropped. Her mother was trying hard to reach out to her daughter's seat without getting out of hers. She was shouting, "Haley! Haley, no! Hold on to me now!"

The girl was not listening to the mother, of course—she was too busy looking for the stuffed bunny she had dropped. She didn't want to be away from it, as it provided her comfort. Eventually the mother stopped her cries knowing it was useless. She reached out as far as she could to pull her daughter back onto her seat. The girl wailed out loud, but it didn't seem as loud as it should have with all the commotion and noise around. The girl struggled in her mom's arms with her hands reaching and yearning for the stuffed toy she was looking for. She turned to her mom, tears in her little eyes. "Mommy, Mommy, what about Mr. Ruffles?" The mother's eyes flickered an emotion so fast that it was hard to read. But Rima, who was engrossed in her own personal show, read and understood what it was.

Guilt.

"I'm sorry, dear," the mother said, hugging the girl as the plane shook again. The girl stopped trying to wriggle out of her mother's hold and continued her crying into her mother's chest. She looked up, looking her mom straight in the eyes. "Mommy, I'm scared... I'm scared.." she repeated over, burying her face in her mother's chest once again as her mother tried to get her to calm down.

"Shh." Her mother said, in an attempt to reassure her young child. "Shh. It'll be okay."

Rima then stopped staring, turned around, and kept her eyes in the front of her.

The mother knew they might die, yet the mother said it would be okay—that everything would be fine.

She...she just told a big lie.

Everything was so confusing right now. All she knew was that she was on the flight from Japan to Paris for the Supermodels' Shoot. And the next thing is, everything is in panic and she didn't know what she should do anymore. She needed to calm her confused mind—but how?

She knew of one way.

She then slowly bowed her head and uttered a single prayer—just one, over and over. She just asked over and over for everyone to be alright. The mother might've told a lie, but who knows what lied ahead—it might just be the happy future of these passengers who were with her at this very moment. It might also contain her happy future.

A mother knows best, she thought, remembering that quote.

What she wanted right now—no, needed right now—was something of equal equivalence that the girl held for her stuffed rabbit. It was something she could hold on to—something she could hold tight and get comfort from. Something..or someone.

But there wasn't that kind of someone in her life. No one who loved her enough to always take care of her and to reassure her.

...And she was pretty envious of the girl's mother being there. The mother sat there, still trying to calm the crying child, still holding her in her arms, to reassure her that everything would be okay, not showing her weakness in front of the child. To show the child that whatever happens, the mother would be there, if she needed her. And she did this all for the girl's sake.

Her mother..wasn't all the same. The mother would be there sometimes, help her tie her hair, and dress her up, and she knew her mother loved her, but it didn't seem like her mother wanted to establish a good relationship with her. Well, at least, not one involving talking to each other and trust each other for always.

And so that's why she had bottled everything up, till now. She hasn't tried to release any of these feelings, thinking that if she just kept it inside, it would be okay. But it wasn't okay at all, and she knew she was just forcing herself to believe a cover-up lie.

But right now, she wanted..she longed for a mother's love. She wanted her mom here, beside her, giving words of sureness and comfort. But would she ever get that? And why serve her the guilt at this moment, wherein she just might die from the incident? Why was it all falling down on her?

And right now as she sees everyone panic and cry to each other, she feels nothing else but sadness.

This is the first time she's ever felt so much feelings in a moment—it overwhelmed her.

She wishes for everyone's safety and happiness. That whatever happens on this afternoon, everything will be fine. Everyone will be happy. And if, it wasn't how they wanted it to be, they would find happiness in the next life...with God in His Kingdom.

Vampires didn't have religion much—they didn't really go much into beliefs and religions and stuffs like that. But Rima wanted so badly to believe in Jesus. She hoped, that somewhere, just somewhere out there, that there was also a happy ending for them. She just wished so much with all she had.

If I don't survive this..please lead me to Heaven with You, God.

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