Chapter 5 - Remember Me?

*Karol Blue Wolfe's POV*

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I stood straight, facing her, and took a deep breath before speaking. 

"So, you finally want to talk to me?" I began, gathering all my courage to open up, and she just raised her left eyebrow while looking like she was confused about something.

"About what? Is there something that we need to talk about?" She replied, sounding oblivious, and she leaned on the door behind her, arms crossed on her chest. 

I scoffed in disbelief and softly chuckled. What the hell is the matter with her? Is she still pretending she doesn't know me? Now, why the heck would she summon me here and lock the door if she's not going to talk?

"Alright. Fine. No, there is nothing to talk about. Never mind reaching out to me. Ever. Now, move." I answered with all the grudge I felt for her and began walking to head out, but she blocked the way.

"Excuse me? What do you exactly mean, KB? And where are you going? You haven't even checked that thing if it's working." She replied in confusion, and I let out a deep breath to keep my cool and avoid blurting out my anger towards her now. 

I didn't say anything but went back to check the soap dispenser.

When I found out that it was working, I turned to look at her with a stoic face. Is she trying to mess up with me? I will certainly not think twice about putting soap in her eyes, if so. 

"You know what, KB? There is something... I would even request Cele to call you if she was the one who went here for assistance." She let out, looking so thoughtful now, and I showed her a look, saying, "go on."

Maybe she finally wants to be serious this time. I think I would be ready to hear out her side of the story about everything that happened between us, to her, the reasons why she never came back to me to apologize within that decade and a half we were separated. And if it is something unreasonable, God knows what else I could tell her.

"I know you hate me. And... I fully know that no one can please everyone, and I understand that you hate me for a reason. Now... I want to know the reasons from you. Because you see, it's not every day I get to meet and converse with people who obviously hate me and aren't playing nice when they are in front of me. Don't worry. I am not here to convince you to like me. I really don't care if everyone in the world hates me as a person or a celebrity, or if they find my music and movies suck, and everything else in that matter. I want to be aware of why someone hates me through a perspective from someone who really does. So... Why? I won't get mad, I promise. Just be honest." She remarked, explained, and asked, appearing to be curious, while here I am not expecting it would be just all about her and her sick career. I'm about to lose all my patience, and if I do, I know I shouldn't. 

Now that she asked why... Well, there is a lot to mention. Before, it was just one—her being a damn liar, now I hate her more because she is this absurd person.

"Do you want to know? It's because you... What happened to you? Do you even know who I am? Do you remember me?" I retorted, looking through her eyes and still hoping she could recognize me. 

She made a thinking face, and lightly nodded her head, and said, "I know your name. It's Karol Blue Wolfe. Cele told me. But as far as I recall, we haven't met before. In that case, you seem like you know me. Are we some sort of... Neighbors before? Classmates in primary school? I'm sorry if I am not good at remembering people's names. I suck at that. But I could recognize faces if they had some significant features. I could remember if I could see them again, but you're not one."

I closed my eyes, hearing her reply that I wasn't anticipating, and lost hope. She might be making this up, and I would never beg her to remember me if she won't because, as they say, someone who indeed remembers is the one harder to remember. Maybe her orphan life was such a traumatic event for her that it could hit hard her fragile ego if she recalls them. And I wouldn't want to remind her anything about it and us. Maybe it's better that I should have just forgotten that old life, too, where she was part of it.

"Never mind what I said. I'm no one. I just hate you because you are you, Danielle. That's all. Now, step aside." I asserted with a heavy heart, and she opened her mouth to say something, "Okay. That seems... Extreme. It was nice to meet you, by the way. Now, I want to remind you that even if you hate someone down to their bone marrow, you shouldn't show it while other people are around, significantly if you are at your job. Don't worry  I would not give bad reviews about my experience with this flight that could cause someone to sound low. I understand it was not your fault earlier with the wine, and you just expressed what you felt when you didn't apologize. I know how it feels to hate someone, too. And---" 

"And what? Do you expect me to thank you? Huh? Never. Do and say what should be a must. I don't care. I don't f*cking need your sympathy, empathy, and whatever from you that concerns me. I just want you to know that you are pathetic, Danielle Rory." I exclaimed and lost it all now; I'm mad. How dare she just... Ugh, this is ridiculous.

I saw she was stunned, hearing my direct response, but I couldn't care less. I opened the door and left her even before she could say something in reply, or else this would go all worse. Well, do you think I'm the worst? It's not even close to my resentment. It really wasn't a good idea to board this plane with her.

I would just go back to the galley to tell my colleague that I would rest first to swap her later or never. If I get fired, well, at least that woman knows that I am angry for everything and hate her to the highest level. I guess she would never forget this flight her whole life and would reflect on what bullish*t she did and was doing in her life... or not. I couldn't care less anyway, and she's the least of my problems now.

As I walked into the galley, my eyes widened in panic, seeing the dreadful scene before me. 

"Oh, my God! Cele! What happened here? Are you okay?" I yelled, hurried to her, who was lying on the floor while blood pooled around her, and I didn't know how to react. What in the world happened here? 

Am I dreaming? 

I see the girl lying on her back, clutching her stomach, and blood is clearly oozing from the wound where her hands are on.

This is a nightmare! Who could... What the hell is this all about?

I knelt and tried to touch her with my shaking hands, and I gulped, trying to control my fear. I don't even know if she's still alive.

"Hey, Cele! Hey, what... What happened? Who did this?" I asked her while trembling and noticed a slight movement of her mouth, and blood came out of it. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Blue... Easy... Victor. Jack will kill... Us all. Be... careful." She let out, barely breathing, and intense shock came over me, hearing that the plane would crash.

"Easy Victor? Jack? What? No. Hey, Cele, hang on. I'll get first aid. Just stay with me. Please!" I panicked and was about to stand up, but she held my hand. And she whispered, "No. I can't... make it... None of us. Stop him. Go."

I was all confused and terrified, but what I understood from her was that Jack, the co-pilot, would kill us all, and we were going to crash. Is everything happening now even real? This is too much! This isn't real, but... No.

I stood up and ran to get a sharp pointed knife from the counter near me, and I took off my shoes. 

Then I remembered Danielle. No. I should go to her.

I looked down the floor to check on Celestine and saw her eyes open, but she was not moving anymore. Oh, no. Would you please let this be just a bad dream? What am I supposed to do? I can't think properly.

I held myself up not to sob and took a deep breath to keep calm, then ran to the lavatory. I hope she hasn't gotten out yet. The murderer must have gone to the quarters of the celebrities. I don't know why he would do such a hideous crime. I don't really know him that much since this is the first time we have worked together, but he worked longer than I did in the company. I wonder what came into his mind. This is outrageous.

"Danielle! Are you still here? Whatever happens, don't open this door not until I say so. Stay there!" I knocked and felt relief when it was occupied, and I heard her voice. "KB? Is that you? What's the matter?" 

"Just stay there! Damnit! Don't open this door. F*ck! Get back inside and lock it!" I commanded and cursed when she opened it and looked at me with a face in turmoil. And she asked me in shock, "What is happ--- Why do you have blood on you?" 

"The co-pilot killed Celestine, and he's going to kill us all. Now, if you want to live, stay there. Lock the door." I answered, and she seemed not to believe everything, and well, neither did I.

I pushed her back inside and was about to close the door to let her stay there as I would go and deal with a psychopath. 

"What? Are you kidding me? What the hell is happening, KB?" She exclaimed and insisted on getting out, and we both turned our heads to the person who spoke.

"The last two standing... But not for long."