Beautiful Memory

Chapter 5 Beautiful Memory

Tears stung my eyes as they heavily poured down my face. My legs were burning and I was sweating like a pig. It was dark now; I ran all day not knowing were I was going to, just running. I made my final decision, I can't do this anymore. I always used to run when I got overwhelmed or needed to think. But when it started getting dark I went home. After a few wrong turns I finally found a place that I knew and I went the way home. The good thing is that im losing weight in time for the baby! I had to use the spare key, because I left my regular key inside. As I passed the hallway mirror I was horrified. The girl in the mirror was not me. She had knotted hair that stuck out in a lot of directions, tear marks were all over her face, and her eyes were puffy and red, her whole face was read from the crying and her eyes were cold and hollow. This is not what I want to become. He would want me to be better about this. I slumped to the bathroom and peeled the dress from my sticky skin, and threw my shoes on the side. (I took them off after a while of running). I turned the water to cold and jumped in to the accepting shower. After I returned slightly normal from my shower I put my hair up in a ponytail, and put on a matching bra and panties, then a cute but comfortable dress from Hollister. I hastily, grabbed all of my necessary clothes and threw them in my suitcase. Then I got my toiletries and shoes. I had huge suitcases so most of my things fit. I got a tote bag and stuffed my laptop in with my iPod touch and the contents of my purse. I hurriedly wrote a note to my mother, knowing that she would come over tomorrow to check on me and find it hanging over the mirror in my hall, explaining what I was going to do. Grabbing my passport and all of my money, I ran outside and called a cab.

If you don't know what im doing by now, then you must be dumb. I was going to Atwood, a little earlier than planned. I need a change, and fast before I break down and ruin my life more than it is.

I paid for my ticket and went through baggage check. I waited half an hour for the ten o'clock flight to Atlanta. I was planning on renting a car there and driving to Atwood. I couldn't go to sleep on the flight. My whole body was tense, and the uncomfortable seats in coach weren't helping. As soon as the flight took off and we were allowed to use electronics, I got my iPod and played it on shuffle.

The grueling flight lasted about 7 hours (A/N Just guessing) so I got to Atlanta at about 7:00 a.m. I did not go to sleep at all, so I got up from the seat and dragged myself to baggage claim. After I got all my things I went to the Rent-a-Car, which was conveniently in walking distance from the Atlanta Airport. I rented a jeep and made it a note to buy a car while I was in Atwood. I threw my bags in the back of the trunk and set off to my search for a pancake house. I was starving; my last meal was the stale cookies on the airplane, talk about bad airline food. Yep that was cheesy. Well it took awhile but I finally found a Crackel Barrel while driving on the highway. It wasn't that full, but there were still a lot of people. I gave in my name and the waitress gave me a table right away. I guess because I was only a table for one. I swear my mouth watered at the sight of the food some of the waiters were carrying to there tables. I skimmed over the menu and decided what I wanted. The waitress, a young blonde girl with green eyes and a slim figure came over to my table. "Hiya, I'm Massy, welcome to Crackel Barrel, are you ready to order?" she said with a heavy western accent. "Hi, ill have an omlette with cheese and ham, and then ill have a chocolate chip pancake, bacon and coffee", I said with a smile. She wrote it down and said, "Hey, yall not from around here are ya?" "Ya, I'm from California", she gasped, "I've always wanted to go there! Well ima go get your food be back soon", she walked back to the kitchen, I started doodling on the napkin, and not before long my food came. "Here you go darlin'", Massie said. "Thanks", she left and the aroma hit me like a steamroller. I savored the food and shoveled the steaming goodness into my mouth. After each bite I swallowed my coffee like a vacuum. The delicious breakfast left me stuffed like a fat turkey on thanksgiving. I wanted to unbutton my pants, but I wasn't wearing pants and it would be rude to anyway. I had to really use the bathroom so I asked where it was and went inside. After doing my business, I went to wash my hands. I looked in the mirror and was, once again, horrified. My eyes were still emotionless but they had dark purple rings and bags from the lack of sleep. "Oh my gosh", I murmured to myself. I took out a compact and dabbed concealer under my eyes. Then I put on some eyeliner and mascara and a light coat of lip gloss. Well, better then before. I paid for my food and walked to my car, ready for my drive to Atwood. I had written down the directions from the airport to Atwood (Thank god for MapQuest!) So it would be simpler drive.