A rustle of reapers

misogynist mind

The line was absurdly long, What's a man got to do around here to get on a god damn plane before Christmas? Even though it was the third of October, my mind felt, that was the right thing to say even though only I could hear it. What the hell are you even doing here Noah?
Shut up you're bothering
The voice in my head sighed as I refused to answer his question yet before he could reply with a clever remark, our conversation was interrupted.
"Excuse me can you walk?" Tall lanky, red hair and a countless amount of freckles across her nose and cheeks, red lips that correlated with her hair, she most likely was a model. I could tell by her arrogance that came with her speech and the black sun hat and glasses that shrouded her face, "m.my bad." The word bumped around in my stomach till my tongue allowed it slur out awkwardly, I reached over to grab my bag and rush across the empty space that was gaping between me and the middle aged man in front of me.
Now I remember.
Don't say it
You're not getting on this plane to get away from Marv
Say it and I'll put a bullet through both our heads
You've gone through all this effort for nothing more than woman
Shut up you misogynist
The voice in my head tended sound like the younger version of me, but now I've outgrown that and all that's left of that weak fickle body is the annoying little kid trapped inside me
You and your mommy issue
I could feel him smirking so fiendishly.
Ah yes the twelve year old me who hated woman because his own mother died and left him alone with a drunken father who beat his son countlessly, you sure haven't changed
Can you believe it, we've reached the front.
I decided not to reply to him but instead lift my bag onto the weighing belt, "Noah Martinez?" Short, tanned skin, small lips with brown curls.
"That would be me."
Obviously it's you.
I can't lie that did make me cringe a little
She went on about wether or not I had a bomb in my bag and all the rest that came with going through check ins. After a series of question she handed me my ID as I walked  in the opposite direction towards the terminals, I glanced back to see the red haired model claiming her business class ticket.
If you continue to stare people will become suspicious, stop being a creep
It was true, I did look rather odd staring at the line, but I really couldn't care I wanted to be on that plane and out of this country as soon as possible.