Choose Your Battles

Chapter 2 ~ African Adventures

"Angela, shut the hell up," I mumbled half asleep.

"Make me!"

"Bitch, try me."

"I will."

Our laughter roared through the plane. I looked over and saw a familiar man, I knew him from somewhere. I just can't remember where. He was cute though so hey it didn't matter.

"Hi..."

Shit he noticed me staring. Now what?

"Hi!"

"I'm John," holy shit he's John Mayer,"what's a pretty girl like you doing on a flight to Africa?"

My face immediately became hot. This John Mayer sure did know how to flatter a girl. It takes effort to make a girl who just lost her child blush.

"It's a bullshit 'soul-searching' experience."

"It's not bullshit!" exclaimed Angela.

"Yeah okay," John and I mumbled at the same time which caused him to chuckle a bit.

Damn even his laugh was cute.
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John POV-

This random mysterious girl and I talked for hours. When I say hours, I mean hours. I could've sworn that I knew her from somewhere. I just didn't know where.

Eventually, the flight had come to an end and so did our conversation. She was dragged away by her friend (I guess) who I knew went by the name of Angela.

SHIT I DIDN'T GET HER NUMBER!

I whipped my head around to where she was dragged off to, but she wasn't there.
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Katy POV-

When I was talking to John it felt like I was walking on air. (Note to self: remember to write a song later today for the new album) I hadn't felt this happy since I found out I was pregnant.

The sun blazed against my skin as Angela and I drove. The AUX cord was plugged in and I was about to kill Angela. This idiot was playing the most corny song I've ever heard.

I looked down at my phone and slid through my pictures. I landed on the picture of my pregnancy test that I sent to my brother and a single tear streamed from my eye.

After sliding for what seemed like forever, I found a text Angela sent me after the miscarriage. "Katy, he's better off. It obviously wasn't meant to be. Later on you'll look back and say, 'I miss my child, but my other beautiful children make up for my loss."

I thank my sister for keeping my head above the waters when the truth was like swallowing sand.

I scribbled the tiny words on the piece of toilet paper from the bathroom.

I guess one good thing could come from this: a soulful record.

How had my life changed right in front of me? It went from picture-perfect to a volcanic disaster. One thing after another left me hurting. It was too much, I made up my mind.

Once Angela had fell asleep I went to the bathroom. I pulled out three bottles of pills out of my bag. I had saved them just incase I came to this point.

I unscrewed the bottles and looked in the mirror. Was I ready to leave? Leave my Katycats? Leave behind my family?

I was.

I grabbed one pill out of every bottle and shoved the handfuls into my mouth one after the other. It felt like my throat was closed shut. I couldn't swallow. I just couldn't. I looked at my own reflection while spitting out the pills.

I grabbed the paper once more and wrote.

Was twenty-seven surviving my return of Saturn.