As the lights above me began to flicker sharply like the rapid pulsing of a heart, I knew he had followed me onto the plane. I dont know how I did; logic told me that he couldnt possibly be on the same flight I was, and that even if he was, he had no reason to cause any kind of damage to me. But there was that uncommon and unnerving sinking feeling in my stomach that told me he had followed me onto the plane.
My mind was constantly whirring away, thinking up the worst possible scenarios. The glinting of a knife blade, slashing down from the row behind me.
I was sat halfway down the aeroplane cabin, in an aisle seat, clutching the arm rest to my left with such ferocity that my knuckles turned white with the pressure. Trying to advise myself to relax, all I could hear was my own thumping heart and my own ragged breathing.
Surely, my mind whispered in a very small voice, he wouldnt dare even approach me on a plane full of over 200 passengers, soaring over