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the departure

annabelle's pov-

---sunday 19 february---

last.

day.

it was my last day with my family before i would be leaving with my mum to a set where i would begin my career. i spent the entire day packing my bags.

procrastination, one of my many talents.

the plane i would catch would depart at 9 pm. leaving at 8pm would be fine but my mother insisted that we left at 7pm just in case. i was extremely upset at hearing this i wanted to stay with my family as long as possible.

my family were all in tears, excluding me. it was not that i was not upset it was just that i rarely cried, i felt i had to put up a brave front for them when they were upset.

but walking to the taxi was the hardest.

olivia had completely bursted into tears begging me not go.

"i will be back liv don't worry."i whispered into her ear giving her a final hug.

"don't leave at all please." she sobbed harder, her voice desperate.

my heart was aching. even my dad who cried even rarer than me, had tears flowing down his face.

"goodbye."i whispered hugging him.

"don't you dare say goodbye to me annabelle, unless you are sure you won't see me again. say see you soon, because i know that i will see you in a few months and i will be even more proud of you than i am now." he said holding me in his arms.

"see you soon then..."i said with a shaky voice pulling away before i could see him sob.

i felt a big lump in my throat.it was like someone had taken the full moon in the sky and shoved down my throat.

"come on annabelle."my mom whispered, ushering me to the car.

if only time could slow down.

sitting in the back of the car i felt a tear fall. quickly wiping it away i plugged in my earphones in my ears. i couldn't bring myself to look at my family, if i did i would no longer be able to leave them. i heard my sister wail as i tried to slow my thumping heart, i felt my mom's hand wrap around my fidgety hands. i didn't look at her either.

walking into the airport was painful. i could constantly feel something was pulling me back. a fucking invisible force that wouldn't let me go.my mom's hand never left mine as she dragged me through the check-in counter.

before i knew it i was in the plane sitting, business class feeling the plane shaking and take off.

"hey annie, i love you." my mom said squeezing my hand.

"i love you too."i replied softly making eye contact with her. i could see that she was trying very hard not to cry.

looking out the window i slowly could not see the tiny houses, the small trees and miniature people, it all was fading away. i felt hot tears trickle down my face, this time i didn't hold it in. i felt my vision blur as i heard an air hostess give out safety precautions.

god i miss them already.

bleh.