I walked out of my house, my suitcase rolling behind me. I was in a rush, I didn’t want to miss my flight. This was the one moment I had to get away, to enjoy my last few moments. I had spent an hour trying to pack, and then thirty minutes to try and clean my house, I didn’t care if any of this looked staged or not. I just wanted to get away from here, especially knowing now that Vivianne could tell on me at any moment. I stopped in front of my car and turned to look back at my small house, I wasn’t going to miss it. I knew that I probably would never get the chance to see it again, this was it. After a few seconds I got into my car, tossing my bag into the back.

I sat in the front seat, turning on the radio and hearing something random begin to play. I couldn’t identify the song, but at this point it hadn’t mattered what it had been. I began to drive from my house, starting the trip to where I would be for a while. I still couldn’t get over the fact that I had trusted someone with everything, especially in my room where anything could be found if people knew where to look. Whenever I got caught, I knew that I was going to get caught no matter how much I was going to try and run, I want to be somewhere but here. Anywhere but here.

Once I arrived at the airport I let out a breath, reaching my hand down to unlock the doors. I was excited, but at the same time I felt this huge weight on my shoulders. Every step I took towards the building only made the weight heavier, my head would turn every single time someone beside me began to talk too loud. I felt like all eyes were on me at this time, I couldn’t help but think that everyone knew what I did. This was making me think that trying to leave wasn’t a good idea, maybe I should just stay. It would be better to stay in the comfort of my own home. I couldn’t go back, I had made it this far and going back home with a huge target on my back was not what I wanted. I forced a small smile on my face and then began to walk towards the security point. I placed my bag and suitcase on the conveyor belt, akinga deep breath before walking through the metal detector. “Part one, done.” I said to myself, waiting at the end so I could get my things. I had made it through one part with no problems, nothing could stop me except for my own mind.

Once I had my bag, I made my way towards to where I would give my ticket in. This itself had been very difficult, considering this was my first time in here. There weren’t always the best direction plastered on every wall. I stood in the long line, moving up every few minutes. I couldn’t stop checking the time, every minute that passed made me worried that I would miss the flight although I had arrived a full two hours early. I took in a deep breath, moving up slowly until I got to the officers that had been taking the tickets. I looked down at my phone one last time, 13:30, popped up and I allowed myself to smile. I had still been on time, there was no way I was going to miss my flight unless this process would somehow take a whole hour.

“Ticket Please”

“Yes ma’am.” I said while holding my hand out, watching as the ticket had been taken from my hands. For a moment I felt incomplete. It’s hard to try and explain how this ticket had seemed to grow attached to me in a matter of two hours. It was weird to think that people relied on a paper to get them places, that I relied on a ticket to get me out of this place and provide me with a sanctuary.

I saw the light flash green and a hand was back in front of my view, “Enjoy your flight.” The lady had said while trying to hand me back my ticket, I guess I had been holding up her process.

I took it and nodded, beginning to walk away from the crowded area. Saying I was nervous would be an understatement. There was possibly no word that I could use that would describe how I had been feeling in this moment. I walked towards the gate, my suitcase rolling behind me and my ticket back in my hands. This was is, this was actually the time I was going to get away from this place that held so many memories, both good and bad. I met some of the best, and worst people here. This is what made me who I am, this is the place that drove me to my breaking point. The place where I killed my own father, this was where I had always called home. I took a deep breath and tilted my head back, trying to relieve the pressure that had began to build up behind my eyes and ears.

This was it, I was walking onto the flight, giving a flight attendant my ticket. I was getting what I wanted, I smile and nodded walking onto the plane. I walked to about the middle of the plane, placing my bag onto the overhead compartment then going to sit in my row. I luckily had gotten a seat next to the window, I wouldn’t have to worry about sitting between two strangers or getting hit anytime someone walked into the aisle. As I sat down, the fear that I had pushed to the back of my mind began to resurface. I couldn’t help that I would constantly think about what if scenarios. I’m sure some other people on the plane had been thinking the same things as me. I took a quick scan of the plan, my eyes landing on the people that had been boarding and the plane. At least one of them had to be thinking about what would happen if the plane had crashed, or what if they would get lost like I had recently seen.

Someone had blocked my view, walking into the spot I had been looking at. A tall woman that had now been seated next to me. I looked at her and smiled, which she warmly smiled back. She looked like Vivianne, which caused my stomach to instantly flip. My face starting to burn in the matter of a few seconds, I looked away from her and returned my gaze forwards catching the eye of the flight attendant that now stood at the front. The lady that had been dressed in a blue suit now stood at the front, holding up some book and making hand motions that seemed to go along with a voiceover. I was barely listening, but I somehow knew what to do. I clicked the seatbelt and then leaned back, my eyes shutting as I tried to relax. This was going to be a long flight, that was for sure.