The Secrets that Haunt Me

I'm Back

'Six years... It's been six years since I've seen my family... six years since I escaped that horrible, haunting place. These are the thoughts that go through 24 year old Izabel Blake's head as her plane lands in Seattle, Washington.

She gets off the plane and starts to head towards the big blue sign saying "BAGGAGE CLAIM". She could feel her camo backpack bouncing against her spine repeatedly. She analyzed the area around her.

"Okay... " she muttered to herself. "There are approximately 200 people here... four total accessible exits..."

She silently surveys the area around her.
"With that many people there is possibility of three of them being terrorists." She starts to have flashbacks; bombs, ruble, her friends being blown to bits... Someone bumps into her.
"Oh sorry," she doesn't even acknowledge them.

After going through baggage claim, she finally makes it to the entrance of the airport.She has the feeling of someone watching her but she shakes off and says to herself, "Its nothing. Your back in the US. You're safe."

She walks outside but stands under the pavilion because it's pouring down rain. She pulls her iPhone out of the back pocket of her skinny jeans and calls for an Uber. She waits silently for about five minutes listening to the rain as it splashes against the concrete parking lot. As she stands she thinks about what is she going to say to them. She hadn't seen them in six years after all. Would they be glad to see her? Angry?

Well, she knew one thing they would be feeling:Surprised. She hadn't talked to any of them let alone seen any of them, for six years. She had been preparing her fake story for a few weeks now, thinking of every question they might ask and every answer to those questions.

When the car got there, she pushed her small black suitcase to one side of the back seat. She slid in and told the driver the address to where she was going. He simply nodded and drove off. He either didn't want to talk himself or he felt the vibes and feelings she was letting off and figured it would be best to not try for a conversation with her.

She knew that it would take a good 45 minutes to get there so she pulled out her black headphones, opened Pandora Radio on her phone and pressed play.

'Of course,' she thought to herself. 'Out of all the songs on Pandora, this one just has to play.' she let out a sigh and rested her head against the cold window. She sat there watching the rain hit the window listening to "I'm Coming Home" by Skylar Grey. Soon though she slipped off into the oblivion called sleep.

About 30 minutes later she woke up to the driver shaking her awake and telling her they were about five minutes away.

When they pulled up to the gate security guards stopped them. Izabel rolled down her window to talk to them when she saw one the guards who she instantly knew.

"Jason!" She shouted jumping out of the car and embracing him tightly in a hug.

"Um... Miss? Who are you?" Jason questioned uneasily peeling her off of him carefully. The other security guards had their guns out and where pointing them straight at Izabel. When she noticed this her bright green eyes grew wide. Suddenly, in one swift movement, she had a knife out and was holding it against one of the guys throats. Jason quickly pulled his gun out also and pointed it at her.

"Lady,just put the knife down. We don't want anyone to get hurt now do we?" Jason looked at the guy who she was holding the knife to and he looked at him pleading eyes as if to say help me please.

She slowly put the knife down and stepped back away from the man.

"Y-you don't remember me do you?" She stuttered looking warily at the guns. "N-no of course you don't. It has been six years..." she looked down at her feet feeling sad that he doesn't remember her.