Central Hospital confirms Halle Berry’s death after a deranged fan drove a  car onto the  red carpet, crushing 10 people; the scene was filled with screams and cries.

The glittering night of flashing lights suddenly transformed into the darkest nightmare Hollywood has ever witnessed.

On the red carpeted boulevard in front of the Royal Arcadia cinema, where there should have only been evening gowns, smiles, and radiant embraces, screams tore through the air. A black  car sped straight through the security barrier, dragging a number of people in suits and evening gowns beneath its wheels. The focus of the world’s attention – actress Halle Berry – instantly became a victim of an unimaginable tragedy.

Shaky, blurry videos filmed by  fans on their phones quickly flooded social media: in just a few seconds, the glamorous scene turned into a battlefield. Smoke rose from the hood, there were sounds of crashing metal, people falling, shattering glass… and then the cries, the panicked screams of “Alina!”

“The car didn’t brake. It drove straight into where she was signing autographs for fans,” a trembling witness told reporters, her eyes still red-rimmed. “I saw Halle Berry thrown into the air before she fell, then dragged for several meters. I’ve never heard such terrifying screams.”

The scene was quickly filled with the flashing lights of police  cars and ambulances. Paparazzi, accustomed to capturing beautiful moments, now unconsciously photographed images no one wanted to see: high heels lying haphazardly next to bloodstains on the  red carpet, a glittering clutch bag crushed, Halle Berry’s movie posters stained, crumpled, and covered in blood. Ten people were crushed in that horrific moment – ​​according to initial reports from rescue workers – lying motionless on the red carpet, some convulsing, others unconscious. Sirens pierced the city air as stretchers were rushed away. Dresses worth tens of thousands of dollars were torn, revealing blood-soaked wounds.

She was found unconscious, her brown hair disheveled, her once perfect face now covered in blood and dust. A paramedic knelt beside her, performing CPR, while another shouted and tried to attach an oxygen mask to her bruised face.

“I can’t believe it’s Alina,” a male fan, who had stood for hours just to see her in person, cried. “Just five minutes ago, she was waving and smiling at us… and then suddenly she was lying there, motionless… We just kept shouting her name in desperation.”

Security forces quickly formed a circle, holding back the crowd and paparazzi who were frantic with shock. Flashes still flickered, but this time the light that seared into the viewers’ eyes wasn’t the beauty of a star, but the brutality of a tragedy.

The offending car, its front completely crumpled, stopped a few meters from the red carpet. The windshield was shattered. The driver – according to the police – was a young man in his early twenties, believed to be an obsessed fan who had been fixated on Alina for years. He was pulled from the steering wheel in a state of panic, repeatedly shouting her name, muttering “I didn’t want to hurt you” while his hands were still covered in blood.

On the way to the central hospital, Alina’s heart stopped beating several times. The paramedics frantically performed chest compressions, shouting at each other to change oxygen tanks, and trying to keep her blood pressure from plummeting. Outside the ambulance windows, fans followed, their eyes fixed on the motionless figure of their idol, the wailing sirens pulling them into a collective nightmare.

At the central hospital, the emergency room suddenly transformed into a second battlefield.

Red alarm lights flashed, and the monitors beeped incessantly. Doctors and nurses rushed around frantically. One team rushed to attend to Alina, while another group dealt with the other seriously injured victims of the car crash. Internal security camera footage – later leaked – showed Alina being wheeled through the brightly lit corridors on a stretcher, her pale face almost lifeless beneath the oxygen mask.

“She went into cardiac arrest at least once before reaching the ICU,” a nameless medical source revealed. “We had to use a defibrillator, we had to perform CPR… everything happened like in a movie, but this was real life. And it was Halle Berry lying on the table.”

News of the accident spread faster than the ambulance sirens. Within 20 minutes, the hashtag #PrayForAlina was trending globally. Soon after, the hashtag #JusticeForRedCarpet10 appeared, referring to the ten unfortunate victims crushed under the wheels of the  car.

Alina’s colleagues spoke out in unison. A A-list actor wrote: “Tonight Hollywood lost the illusion of safety we all believed we had.” A famous singer went live on social media, breaking down in tears: “I just talked to Alina two days ago about this movie premiere. I can’t accept what’s happening.”

Outside the hospital, hundreds of  fans gathered, holding white flowers and posters of Alina. Many knelt, offering prayers through tears. Candles flickered, illuminating their distraught, tear-stained faces. They didn’t care how late it was; they just needed one piece of news: that Alina was alive.

However, inside the ICU, the battle to save her from death was becoming increasingly desperate.

Doctors had to intubate her, administer continuous blood transfusions due to internal bleeding from fractured bones, and try to relieve intracranial pressure due to severe head trauma. The monitors repeatedly flatlined before jumping back to life thanks to the desperate efforts of the medical team. A bold decision was made: to transfer Alina to a specialized surgical center by emergency helicopter. The double ordeal began from this point.

Minutes after the helicopter took off from the hospital rooftop, the weather suddenly deteriorated. Strong winds gusted. A witness living near the area later recounted: “I heard a very loud helicopter engine, then suddenly a sound like a thunderclap, and a flash of fire erupted in the night sky.” The helicopter carrying Alina and the medical team reportedly experienced a technical malfunction, forcing an emergency landing. Initial reports indicated that although a major explosion was avoided, the impact was so severe that Alina’s condition became irreversible.

About three hours after the tragedy on the  red carpet, the central hospital issued a brief but brutally cold press release:
“The female patient, 34 years old, identified as actress Alina Hart, died at 11:47 PM due to irreversible multiple injuries, despite all resuscitation efforts.”

Those words felt like a dagger to the hearts of millions.

Social media exploded. The hashtag #GoodbyeAlina trended at record speed. People reposted her most beautiful moments: her smile on the  red carpet, her tears during her acceptance speech, the scenes that captivated the world. Alongside these were shaky, blurry videos of the night of the tragedy – the cries of anguish, the calls of her name, images of fans kneeling on the blood-stained red  carpet.

Alina’s family, in a short statement, simply said:
“We have lost the light of our lives in a nightmare that no one should ever experience. Please allow us to grieve in private, and please do not forget the other victims of that horrific night.”

The city planned to hold a candlelight vigil on the boulevard where the tragedy occurred. There was talk of a possible national cultural mourning period, an unprecedented move for a film star. The global red carpet security system is being called into question. The obsession with obsessive fans, the fragile distance between idols and their admirers, is weighing heavily on the entire entertainment industry.

That night, the red carpet still bore traces of blood that hadn’t been washed away. Streetlights reflected on shattered glass and crumpled posters. Amidst the chaos, a single white rose lay on the steps, its petals soaked with rain and blood, a silent farewell to the actress who had forever stopped at the fateful moment of stepping onto the red carpet of her life.

And somewhere, amidst the sea of ​​hashtags and heartbroken status updates, the question still lingers:
Who will be held responsible for Halle Berry’s death – and will this be the final wake-up call for the illusion of safety in the glamorous world of Hollywood?