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The crumbly rocklike ground crunched under my feet every time I took a step. I was currently following my mom to the nearest airport in Maine. We were both carrying my luggage, both carrying one, and walking pretty fast.
My mom hasn't spoken to me the whole day, but I knew if she did she wouldn't be able to control herself and burst out into sobs. I felt bad for my mom, even though it was her fault that I'm being sent away. Think she was starting to regret her decision the past few days, but we both knew it was to late.
Honesty if you saw my mom you would feel pity and great sorrow for her. My mom had dark black circles under her eyes making the blue of her eyes dark as well. She wore a white shirt and a grey cardigan was draped over her slim shoulders. Black sweatpants hanged loosely from her body, as the only thing keeping them up was the string tied tightly around her extremely tiny waist. She wasn't wearing make up and her hair wasn't brushed.
It was as if her emotions were screaming out, but not by her speaking but by how she dressed. Just plain evil sadness.
Sadness bring the worst pain possible and when you finally think that pain is over a new form of pain comes and it's weakness and depression. Sadness is a murder that only the best people will lock up, but I haven't met anyone who would do that. You see people aren't people anymore, they're just plain monsters that force sadness upon us. If hurt us emotionally or when they physically abuse us and take everything, leaving us with nothing. Human is a monster that I avoid.
It's why I'm not so good with friends or working with someone. I know I'll be happy with them now but in the end they'll turn their back on me somehow.
I fear the people and they fear me.
My gaze was on the ground and the ground only. I usually do this to avoid contact with the people around me. All they do is give you that fake kind smile, but it's not for you to smile back or for you to feel good. It's for them to know they're better than you and it's intimidating.
While I was lost in though and still stared at the floor as if it were some sort of compaction between me and it, I ran into my mother as she came to halt.
I looked up and realized we were at the airport and I knew the next few minutes were going to be full of just pain. This made me closed my eyes in annoyance as my hands formed into tight fist, making my knuckles turn a light faded blue.
Hearing my mom let out a big sigh made me open my eyes, but my hands stayed the same.
We stood their for a few moments then we both entered the busy airport.
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Plane ride to New Orleans, Louisiana. Depart time: 7:00 am. Was in bold on my plane ticket. I've been sitting here with my mom in silence for the pass few minutes. And now it's time for me to say goodbye and leave.
Me and my mom stood up and walked to the gates that entered to the plane I would be riding, my suitcases still in my hands. My mom let out a big sigh like before when she turned to me. I was surprised when she wrapped her arms around me, giving me a hug.
I felt her hand soften my hair down, as if she was petting me.
"My beautiful Blaire," I heard my mom sniff as she spoke making me almost want to cry. "I will miss you so so much. I-," I cut my mom off before she could finish.
"Mom, even though I'm leaving doesn't mean I'm not your daughter anymore."
I knew she was thinking that and now she knew I did.
Letting out another sigh and the shake of the head, my mom pulled away from the hug as she handed me all of my luggage. I gave my mom a soft smile and walked into the gates of the airport.
