Another City Of Lights.

Chapter 15.

Sam's POV:-

It feels surreal. Not only that, but it seems almost impossible. Especially for someone like me.

I keep thinking that I'm going to get caught. Something or the other will happen, and I will be sent back to Karachi, and back to my school, and back to my parents. I know this will happen, I keep thinking that, but two more hours pass and now I'm seated near the window, on an airplane, flying to New York.

I'm like a little kid, I can't stop squirming. I pinch myself a couple of times, just to convince myself that it's real. Somehow, I'm aware of my surroundings, but I think that I'm still freaking out.

I won't call this my version of running away, no, I like to think that I'm just escaping. Escaping my wrecked family, my weird school, my slutty so-called friends, and most of all, that society. All those people, and all their thinking. To hell with them all. I'm free. I'm finally FREE. I can go wherever I want, I can do whatever I want.

I look out the window and make myself as comfortable as I can get, it's a long ride. I have a plan. Ofcourse I have a plan. I made sure my plan was spot-on, before proceeding to trick and lie to my parents.
The plan was not my own. It was Remy's. Remy, my long lost friend from grade school, convinced me, and encouraged me. And the plan was as follows:
Remy would pick me up at the airport, and he would allow me to bunk in his flat. I was to get a job as soon as possible, so that I could contribute to the rent paying. And the rest we hadn't figured out yet, but it was good enough.

I didn't have a plan of my own. I was just going to see where this would take me. I was ready to explore new places, and new options. Seemed like an okay plan though.

I always thought I would be feeling guilty for leaving my parents. But that wasn't the case. My mind kept going back to my friends, the real ones that I once had. I had just sent a fleeing text to Hailey, telling her that I was going away and not to talk to my parents. And now, now I kept wondering what she would've thought of me. What would have she told to the boys? What would they have thought?
They would probably think I was running away. But I was, wasn't I? Running away from my fears. But that was the whole point of it, whether they understood that or not.

I knew I was ready for this step, but I suddenly realised, that I wasn't ready to never see them again in my life.