oblivion(#wattys2015)

Chapter 5: New York.

I buckled in my belt as the air hostess informed us we were going to land soon. My night in hilton had been scary and freakish and I had begun to think that I won't be able to get out of this place which used to be my safe haven, but somehow I had managed to get inside my plane to New York without the jerk's intrusion. I mentally patted my back for actually reaching new York without a scratch. The whole trip, the idea that I would never sleep in that house haunted me and ate away at my insides. But I buried those thoughts deeper and deeper as I acknowledged the fact that I was going to start a new life and what happened in my past should not haunt me if I were to be happy.

So basically, the whole plane ride I had been resorting to one direction to make my day, and like always I would say they pretty much succeeded. I owe them a lot I guess.

I closed my eyes as the plane began to land, not helping the nausea in my stomach, or my hearing which seemed to have gone a bit too far away to come back. I just tucked in my stomach and tried to wait with patience as my head ached with hot flashes of memories of my parents. They died in a plane crash. They died. In a. Plane crash. They. Died. In. A. Plane. Crash.

I opened my eyes suddenly as tears promised to break lose and the plane tires hit the ground, a snake slithered down my spine as I faced my fear of riding in planes since my parents' death. I sucked in a breath as the plane continued to move in a supersonic speed, loading my bones with terror.

My hands had formed tight fists and my knuckles promised to break lose as I gripped my elbows and closed my eyes again, waiting for me to puke or the plane to stop.

It began to slow down to a more bearable speed but stuff had slithered up my throat and was threatening to make my breath fowl. I quickly reached for the paper bag and pulled it out in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a kid staring at me like I had asked if I could puke in his mouth.

I opened the bag and put it to my mouth as a butt load of yuck squirted out. I closed the bag before I could gag at the site. I pulled out a bottle of water from my bag and swirled water in my mouth, spewing it into the bag I had taken from the person beside me. The plane had now come down to snail speed. I then pulled out toothpaste from my bag because the flavor in my mouth guaranteed that I wouldn't be able to stay for long if it's the last thing I did. I squirted a decent amount of toothpaste in my mouth followed with clean water and I swirled it around till my cheeks hurt like hell, then I spewed it all in the paper bag. I drank water from my bottle to remove any after affects of toothpaste and finally took a sigh of relief. I wasn't sick anymore, and there was no sign on me to remind me that I had been.

Finally the plane stopped and people started standing up. Within fifteen minutes the area around me had cleared and I hauled my bag and started moving towards the exit. Passing the tunnel and coming out into the airport was the best feeling ever. A second set of fifteen minutes took me out of the airport as well.

The environment was the usual. A lot of people holding flashcards with names of people stamped in bold letters and bright colours. Some waved flags, hats, pamphlets to attract attention of the person they were waiting for.

My eyes lazily skimmed over the names as I realised that there was nobody who was going to pick me up. My decision to come to New York had been simple. My mom came from here. But that didn't mean that I had a place or relatives, not that I know of, at least. I had yet to look for a home after this long tiring trip, not to mention enroll in a high school, and even though I had about as much money as the average rich guy I needed to find a job, since I had decided I wanted to look as much as possible as a normal teenager. And anyway, a job would busy me, get my mind off the memories that will continue to haunt me.