Ding. "May I have your attention please? This is your captain speaking. We are ahead of schedule and will be landing in roughly an hour. Thank you."
I tried opening my eyes, but my vision was blurred. My mouth was painfully dry and I was dealing with the worst headache. I'm not very fond of air-traveling, you see.
As my vision starts to clear up, I take a look outside the window. Sure enough I could just about make out a city beneath me. I seriously had no idea which city this could be.
I start to zone out again. Why was I here again? Oh yeah, I remember. I tried stopping the thoughts flooding my head, but that was impossible. Through the course of these seven months, I had realized just how lucky I had been before.
"Annabelle? I'm being serious now, don't you dare do that again. Understood? Annabelle? Are you even listening?" I could almost see steam coming out of my raging mother's ears. Her fuming face held no emotion besides anger and disappointment.
I was caught, red-handed, trying to commit suicide. She just had to walk in. Ever since she got sick, we had not been getting along. I would be upset and she would get mad.
I honestly don't know what went wrong; one moment we're that happy family where the mother and daughter get along perfectly fine, and now it's a disaster.
Even before she got out of the hospital I was a mental wreck. Depression ruled my life and made my situation even worse.
Recently I have been trying to kill myself. I haven't felt the need to continue, there's nothing left to live for.
I looked up at the lady who was supposed to be my mother. She was still rambling on about how important it was to not keep these things to yourself.
I would never even think about telling my secrets and thoughts with her. I honestly don't know why she cares.
"I need to go." I blurt out, surprising both myself and her.
"Oh don't go all 'I need to go because I have other important things'. You will do no such--"
"No, I need to get away from here, far away."
The sad look on my fathers face as I left still brings tears to my eyes. He hadn't tried to stop me from leaving, but I could see it in the way his composure fell that he didn't want me gone. We both knew it was for the best though.
I wiped away any stray tears before closing my eyes for the hundredth time these past twenty-four hours.
Not much time passed before I could feel the plane loosing altitude fast.
I could already feel the all too familiar churning in my stomach. I had to use all my strength to control my breathing.
Twenty minutes into this controlled breathing state, the ground came into view. First the fields, then roads, houses, cars and at last the runway.
You know that rush you get when landing and taking off on a plane? That joyous feeling erupting from the pit of your stomach, radiating excitement? Well, I wasn't feeling that. I sat there in fear of being sick.
Soon enough, I felt the uncomfortable bump of the plane landing. The plane sped down the runway while trying to brake. I always thought this was one of the scariest parts during flights; getting the aircraft to stop.
I calmed down when the plane almost came to a halt.
Ding. "We have now landed in Kingsford-Smith Airport in Sydney. Welcome! The outside temperature is eight degrees Celsius and the local time is 8:40 am. Please remain seated until further notice and thank you for choosing British Airways."
Sydney. My new home. I had to keep reminding myself that everything would work out; I would get new friends, I'd get a tan and basically just have a very nice life here. This was for the best.
As the seat-belt sign turned off, I was quick to grab my bags and head out of the plane. The good thing about sitting in the front of the plane is that you get out first.
After getting out of the plane came the part of the journey where I was most nervous about; Integration. I had gotten a special permit to move to Australia permanently since I was still seventeen and because of what had happened at home.
"Hello miss. Your passport and Visa if you please?" A man with a strange-looking moustache asked me. I was assuming he would make the final decision of whether I would be able to live here or not. This is a good time to use my manners!
"Could you tell me why you are moving to Sydney?" He asked.
"Oh, well I couldn't live with my parents because my mum was not treating me properly, so I'm moving to live with my Aunt here." I think you could here the nervousness in my voice as I spoke.
The man with the moustache nodded, pitying me. I wanted to reply with a dumb comment about not to pity me, but I didn't.
Shortly afterwards I was let through to baggage claim where I found my two suitcases. I stacked them on a trolley and left through the exit.
I had only ever met my Aunt Stacie once before when I was little. I didn't expect her to recognise me, but within five minutes I was engulfed in the most heart-warming hug I have ever experienced. "A-aunt Stacie?" I asked.
"Please call me Stacie, Aunt sounds so old and boring! I'm so glad to see you here love." She replied. I could easily tell she was a woman of only twenty-four years. That's also one of the reasons why I wanted to live with her; she was really young and would understand me better than my own parents could. I hoped this would work out.
Stacie helped me carry my luggage to her car, which was a Mercedes by the way, and we drove to her house. I should say our house, really.
A/N:
Hello lovely people,
Thank you for reading! I uploaded a short chapter because I wanted to know your opinions on it before I start writing a lot! So please comment and Vote?
By the way 5 Seconds of Summer are in this book, but not yet. So bare with me until then!
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