--= Mitch's + P.O.V. =--
'Dear Jerome,
I can't do this anymore...... And I've told you so many times....I warned you and tried to reason with you multiple times.....
But I don't think you'll listen to me anymore. Jerome you got to stop trying to hide me from the world. I'm a young man! I can keep myself up...
Yes, I was suicidal, and yes, I am depressed......But that doesn't mean you can tell me what to do and how to live.
I've been asking for two months now to go back. And all I wanted was to visit them, make sure most of them were still alive and come back!
........ But I guess that's too dangerous for a Canadian to go back to bloody Canada. Whatever, I hope you aren't scared enough to not follow me.
I love you Jerome, I'm just..... Frustrated at the moment. I need some time to myself.....
Come to me when you feel like the time is right...
~Mitch <3 '
Finally writing the last letter of my signature I folded up the paper. Pushing the chair towards my computer direction i logged on.
Typing swiftly on the key board I snagged a plane ticket to Canada. Pausing to run through my thoughts once more I pushed It aside....
It's now or never Mitch......
Tears threatening to spill from my eyes I wiped them away and continued focus on my work. Bolting up from the chair I shoved a good amount of clothes into the suitcase.
Grabbing a couple of other items that were necessary I threw them into wherever they could fit inside the suitcase.
Snatching a box of waffles and a couple of candy bars I forced them all messily into the suitcase. I can't believe I'm stealing breakfast.......
Well, it's not stealing if you live in the home......I guess. Grasping my arm onto the suitcase handle I rushed down the stairs and out of the door silently
Before Jerome even had the chance to wake up...... Bursting out into the humid night of Florida I sprinted down the sidewalk.
The airport was right beside our house. Only a couple blocks down so it won't be far. My legs smashing against the pavement I continued to run.
My heart pounded against my chest, not used to the exercise I swerved to the left and continued to run. People passed by and shot me strange looks.
Though not a lot of people were out this late at night so I didn't get a lot of them. Slowing down to a stop I lunged into the airport and walked through the airport.
Trying to find my airplane I was supposed to be going on in a few minutes.
My eye finally catching the number I squeezed my suitcase gently before walking through a scanner and into the hallway.
I'm coming guys....
~Time Skip To When Mitch Lands
In Canada ~
Walking into the chilled air of Canada I felt a smile rise onto my lips. There's no point in waiting for anybody, they're most likely all asleep.
A fair few bundle of strangers brushed
past me once in a while, and every time they did majority would either ignore me, stare me down, give me a look or not even notice me at all.....
So much for Canada being friendly.... A sigh escaping my lips I quickly shoved my hand into my pocket. And grasped gingerly what I was hoping for.
Whipping out my phone I felt my expression soften as I looked through all of my contacts. The sun was peeking over the horizon, notifying me it was probably the crack of dawn.
Everyone must be asleep by now. Scrolling through the contacts I felt weak at the ankles as I came across Mat's phone number and texts.
All of them seeming happy or well, it kinda hurt I'm not going to lie...... Going through my contacts by alphabetical order I froze.
My eyes landing on the one that was at the bottom of my contacts. The one I personally haven't spoken to in over a year.
'Kenny'
