Life After Disney

Part 2: The Journey

I stared out my window as my hometown reduced to a child's toy set. I didn't get to tell Riley I was leaving. I guess I have to push that aside and focus on the task at hand. Why would I need to go a week early? Why 8 at night? I can't fathom why I needed to get out quickly. The machine in my head began, throwing questions at me left and right. Was I picked on purpose? Was there something bad going on and I needed to leave? If so, was my leaving to help the cause or to worsen it? I heard question after question after question for 15 more minutes when they faded like my conciousness.

"Paxton, up! We're here!" These words snapped me out of my dreams like a slingshot.

"One minute!" I quickly gathered the belongings they brought for me. and headed down, the long aisle. I saw some natural light and I ran to it. I peered out of the small door and saw airplanes, rotting from being here so long. A stench unlike any other wafted to my nostrils and my mind begged to leave. All it took to force that thought away was the idea of the end of this journey. I glanced around at the evident destruction. There was a skeleton in a yellow vest lying on a luggage cart. I felt every single solitary hair stand on end. I could still see black, green, rotting flesh on the ribs. The sight of such a vile image made bile creep up my throat. I forced it down, and kept on walking. I saw many more skeletons with rotting flesh and I couldn't bear being there any longer. I was so overwhelmed by it all. My mind started swirling in a thousand different directions. I felt the sharp pain of the cement collide with my head then the coolness set in. My hand reached to my head and I felt something warm and sticky. I looked at the blood on my hand. It glinted in the sunlight, making it disturbingly beautiful. My head began swirling again and I saw a couple of the men rushing my way. Then, my whole world turned black.