Little Lynch

Airport pt 2

Somebody's arms lifted me again. I felt steady walking but I couldn't fall back asleep. I opened my eyes to see Ross.

"Hey, baby." I put my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes. He rubbed my back as we walked swiftly towards the doors. It was dark and I was scared. I hated being outside when it was dark, I always felt like someone was in the bushes, lurking just behind our shadows. I tensed and Ross held me tighter. I became conscious of my legs hanging and began to imagine somebody pulling me down, down, down. I was so scared, and that feeling is always so unbearable. Just when I felt I couldn't take it anymore, bright lights hit me. I let out a sigh of relief as we entered the airport.

A/N: This is basically anxiety, she's not a weirdo who's scared of the dark. I have anxiety too and imagining Rosannah in the dark made me think of all the things that could go wrong. I couldn't help adding it into the story, but if your wondering, that's all.

We put in our tickets and entered security. This was my first time flying without my parents. I wasn't sure whether to be scared or relieved that they wouldn't be pestering me about everything I did. I decided to be relieved, I could be scared about something else. Like being 1,000 feet above the ground, and having something go wrong at any time sending me plummeting to my death. Or, there could be someone or something on the plane that could hurt me. I felt a warm tear fall from my eye and onto Ross' shirt.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't wanna fly!" I cried, letting more tears spill, hoping everything I was scared of would go with them.

"Why not? You've flown lots of times before!"

"Not without momma."

"She doesn't make the plane stay up. You'll be fine. Promise. Go back to sleep, you have a long day tomorrow." I nodded and wiped my tears away. Sleep wasn't going to happen, though.

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After getting the carryon checked and putting our luggage on the belt to be stowed away, we had to go through security. I hated this part, even when I was with my parents. Everybody looked so scary in their uniforms and I didn't like it one bit. I held onto Ross tighter than I had in a long time. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to escape but it was no use. Ross managed to yank the shoes off of my feet. Riker wen through first, then Ross pried me off of him and set me on the ground. My legs were shaky and I was exhausted. I walked through the doorway looking thing and jumped into Riker's arms.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked me. I shook my head. That part wasn't, but it was over yet.

I wasn't that tired anymore, but I'll take whatever I can get when it comes to being carried. So I stayed awake, but layed my head on Riker's shoulder. We got our carryon back, and Ryland put my shoes on. Hint- if you don't want to do anything, just be tired! As we neared the terminal for international, a group of girls came. This was the first time I had encountered fans without my dad, who acted like our bodyguard. But I wasn't as scared as I thought as I'd be. They asked for a few autographs and pictures and were on their way.

"Why are you so scared all of a sudden?" Ryland asked.

"It's not sudden. If you didn't shut me out for 2 years, you might realise I've been like this for a while. And, it's called being scared. I'm sure you've felt that before."

"Yeah, but there's nothing to be scared of!" he assured.

"Not in my world. In my world, there is most likely a man with a gun in that dark corner over there, and the ground can open at any second, sending us to a painful death. You may not feel it, but I do. Some people see things differently."

Riker sat down with me in his lap on a chair. After about 10 minutes of waiting, we all got bored.

"Anyone up for getting something to eat?" Rydel asked.

"Yeah!" we all exclaimed. Everybody stood up and Riker set me on the ground.

"You can walk just fine. Use your legs." I sighed, but I didn't have much time to mope before I was way behind everybody else. I ran ahead, and, as odd as it sounds, that gave me energy.

"Guys, wait up!" I called. Eventually, though, they stopped and I ran and caught up.

"Can we get hamburgers?" I asked. I knew no one would respond, but they did!

"Sure!" Rocky replied, taking my hand. We walked to get them together, and for once in a very long time, I felt noticed and... happy.