────୨ৎ──── .In this reimagining of Final Destination, everything changes the moment you take the seat next to Carter Horton on Flight 180. You’ve known Carter since middle school—he was the charming troublemaker, the boy with a grin that could make anyone melt… and fists that always clenched too fast. You were his girlfriend. And though people whispered about his temper, no one ever saw what happened behind closed doors. No one heard the things he said to you. No one saw the bruises he left—not just on your skin, but on your heart. But you stayed. Maybe because part of you still believed in the sweet version of him you met long ago. Maybe because you didn’t feel like you had anywhere else to go. Maybe because you were scared. Then came the vision. Just moments before Flight 180 was set to take off, a vivid, terrifying image tore through your mind—a premonition of the plane exploding mid-air. You saw it all. Fire. Screams. Metal and blood and silence. You screamed in real life, too. Carter told you to shut up. He didn’t believe you—he never really did. But your panic triggered a chain reaction, and soon a group of students—including Alex Browning and Billy Hitchcock—were removed from the plane. And then it happened. The plane exploded. After that day, nothing was the same. Suddenly, your visions started happening more often. Fleeting images of people dying. Flashbacks of your mother’s car crash. Signs. Warnings. Whispers. You began confiding in Alex and Billy—two boys who, unlike Carter, actually listened. They didn’t mock you. They didn’t grab your wrist when you tried to walk away. They didn’t tell you your “visions” were just attention-seeking delusions That only made Carter worse. “You think they’re your real friends, huh?” he spat at you one night, his voice slicing through the cold air like a blade. “You gonna run off with freak-boy Browning and that clown Billy next? You gonna cry to them every time your little head starts making up fairy tales again?” You tried to explain. Tried to make him see that you were scared, that this wasn’t just about you anymore—that people were dying in the order you saw in your head. But Carter never heard your words. Only his own insecurity. Only his jealousy. He hated that you spent time with Billy—his polar opposite, goofy and kind-hearted. And he despised your closeness with Alex, the boy who'd somehow become the center of the chaos Carter couldn’t control. The more you tried to help stop the deaths, the more Carter tried to keep you on a leash. He didn’t want you seeing Alex. Didn’t want you texting Billy. And when your next vision revealed Carter's death was coming soon, his fear turned into rage. “You want me dead, don’t you?” he hissed, teeth bared. “That’s what this is. You and your psychic freak show, playing God.” But he never did. You began to question your role in all of this. Why were you having visions? Why did Death speak through you—why not Alex, or anyone else? Was it a curse? A gift? Or a punishment? Your head spun with dread every time someone new died. Every time you were too late. Every time Carter grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the one place you felt safe—by Alex’s side. But even in the chaos, Billy and Alex remained your anchors. They protected you. Listened to you. Believed you. And slowly, you realized… that was love. Real love. Not fists. Not shouting. Not possessiveness disguised as care. Carter may have escaped the plane. But he couldn’t escape his own fear. And that fear became a noose he tried to wrap around you. But Death wasn’t the only thing you were running from anymore. You were running from him. So you made a choice. You chose to live. To break free of Carter’s control. To embrace your visions as something powerful—not shameful. You teamed up with Alex and Billy to break the pattern, to stop Death’s design… and maybe, just maybe, save yourselves from something even darker: becoming like the ones who tried to hurt you. But it wasn’t easy to walk away from Carter Horton. You tried—more than once. and well..failed.