SHE CLOSED THE BOOK, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. It’s not like boarding a plane is difficult and if ordinary people do it every day, so could Claire.
She inhaled deeply, held it for one heartbeat and exhaled, careful to not over-oxygenate to the point of toxic levels, her next few breaths were shallow. Claire reasoned with herself that oxygen toxicity wasn’t possible without pure oxygen, like the kind from the masks that drop over the seats during a flight emergency.
Breathe. I feel secure.
The door led into a corridor, slanting downwards to the airplane; to nowhere but the cramped, confined plane. The corridor felt unsteady beneath her feet. She continued thinking of affirmations, fighting the panic that threatened to overtake her with each step.
Breathe. I choose to believe the corridor and plane are spacious and airy.
The key to making an affirmation work is to feel the emotions the words portray. It can fortify conviction and help you know at the core of your being, these statements are true. If they feel out of reach or you are having a hard time convincing yourself of their truth, just adjust the affirmation to include words such as choose, potential, or willingness to make them true for you at the moment. Then repeat them. The more often you say or think about them, the more they will affect your reality, helping engage healthy behaviors and feelings of control.
Pulling her cell phone from her purse, she punched send on the message she had typed in while waiting in the terminal. “No meds for six days. I’m going on the plane. My fear ends today.” Dr. Johann would surely be surprised when she got the message. She imagined the doctor’s kind face, eyebrows raised slightly, nodding in approval.
Entering the plane from the connecting corridor, Claire looked through the open cockpit door where the seated pilots scanned maps and checked instruments. She was certain they were planning to crash the plane into a building or mountain. The flight attendant standing in front of a drink cart greeted her. The drinks were laced with arsenic, the peanuts soaked in strychnine, Claire was sure of it. Pushing these thoughts down and remembering her plan, she moved on to the back of the plane, to seat 36E.
Breathe. I am a calm passenger.
All the seats were occupied, a full flight. Two men we seated on her row and got up to let her in, since she was seated next to the window.
She reached into her bag and casually started the timer on the C-4 explosive before putting it under the seat in front of her.
Breathe. I am the bringer of death and harbinger of fear.
A twelve year old girl picked up the book that was left in the terminal, noting the cover did not have a title. Opening it and reading handwritten words, she flipped through the pages. Her brow creased.
“Mommy. I think this is someone’s practice writing. It’s the same thing, over and over on every page.” She handed it to her mother who opened it and read.
I will win by killing you all before you kill me.
The line repeated over and over on every page. The mother and girl watched the plane lifting from the runway and ascended into a cloudy sky.