Driven to Addiction [A LOTF Reader Insert]

Chapter 1: Crash

You lived a happy life. Or at least, what was considered happy for a fourteen/fifteen year old. You made fairly good grades in school, your parents adored you, you had three friends you always hung out with. It was all going great. That was... until all hell broke loose.

News of Hitler spread like wildfire, causing chaos everywhere, including [European Country of Choice], your hometown. Your parents belonged to the group that went insane over the invasion of Poland, and tried everything they could to get rid of you and send you off to a safer place, preferably America. You had immediately turned them down; you didn't want to leave. What about your friends? What would they do without you? You weren't going to leave them.

But apparently, you didn't have a choice. Your parents bought you tickets for the soonest flight to the United States, and nearly used up all the money they had. Apparently, they only had enough money for one ticket. They did not hesitate to give you the ticket. And yet, you turned down the proposal yet again.

And again, Lady Luck wasn't on your side. You found yourself standing at the airport with two suitcases full of your belongings, your violin, and a knife strapped to your thigh (that was allowed to pass through for some reason) before you even knew it. Your look was one of despair; how would you deal without your loving friends and family? Your knees shook each time your covered feet met the cold floor of the airport. You prayed and pleaded for God to get you out of this situation. Nothing did.

So here you were, biting your lip viciously as you fought back tears in front of your parents, who were already crying. Or, more technically, your mother was crying, with a hand held over her mouth, and your father wasn't too far from it. "Mom, Dad, I... I-"

Your throat made a choking noise as you fought the urge to blink. You didn't want to leave. You didn't. Inhaling shakily, you tried to continue your sentence, but your throat was too caught up chocking on itself to make any sort of noise.

"We know. I- We love you, too, sweetie."

With that, your mother rushed forward and embraced you, sobbing into your shoulder. You knew you were getting looks, but at this point, you honestly didn't care.

Your mother pulled back, her eyes red and puffy. She walked back to her place beside her husband, who then walked forward and hugged you tightly as well. "Remember, [Name]. No boyfriends until you're out of college. Or-"

Your father punched his palm, making a smacking noise in the process. A hoarse laugh escaped you as you nodded, a smile now on your face. " I love you two so much. If only you knew-"

"We do, sweetheart. We do."

So you stood there. Looking your parents in the eyes as your time slowly ran out.

"Well, honey, you should probably get on the airplane. We don't want you to miss your flight."

You nodded with a sigh, waved to them, muttered your last goodbyes, turned around on your heel, and walked away. You didn't dare look back. You knew your tears would spill if you did.

You walked through to the airport with a glum expression. You were slowly breaking apart. Inhaling through your teeth, you stepped onto the plane, yet there was no flight attendant there to meet you. Strange. You turned right to see the seats filled with boys and not a single female. Some of them gave you weird looks, but you hardly noticed them, and those you did notice were brushed off. You went to the seat in the far back, put your stuff in the slot above you {with some trouble due to your tiny-ass stature}, and sat down in the seat by the window, staring out of it longingly. You put on your headphones that were connected to your iPod (Yes, I know that we are in the early 1900's, but just pretend. You should also pretend that iPods don't need batteries or to be charged or whatever). Once the turbulence started, you felt your eyes start to drift closed.

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You woke up from a jolt from the plane. Your teeth smacked down on each other, making you  groan in pain. Looking out the window in a panic, you saw the view heading down at an inclined angle. Your heart lurched. Oh my God. Somebody help me.

Your earbuds had fallen out, and now the screaming of little boys filled your ears as the plane accelerated on its way down. You bit back a scream if your own, gripping the armrests tightly. An air mask dropped in front of you, and you slowly reached up with one hand, grabbed it, put it on, and secured it with the other hand, before quickly buckling yourself and putting your arms back to their spots. You remained conscious for a few more seconds, and then, darkness.