Holding on to May

Chapter 3

May

•Chapter 3 - Pack and Planes•

Once I got home I grabbed my suitcases and duffle bag and dragged them to my room. I went to my bathroom and got my lady products, shampoo and conditioner, and my tooth brush. I stuffed them into my duffle bag. I did the same to my make up and hair products, which I retrieved from my vanity. I continued to pack by stuffing my clothing, jackets, purses, and shoes into my two large suit cases. I also packed my special belongings (such as jewelry, pictures, my laptop, chargers, and kindle) into my carry-on backpack.

After I was finished and sat on my bed, I called my mom. I waited anxiously for her to pick up.

"Hello?" I heard her voice greet.

"Momma?" I breathed out.

"May, honey? How are you?" she asked. I could hear the smile in her voice.

"I'm fine." I lied. "I actually called to ask you something."

"What is it?" she questioned.

"Momma," I layer back on my bed. "Can I come home?" Silence. "Just for a few months?"

"How long, darling?" I'm sure if I could see her, she'd be grinning like crazy.

"Six months tops." I say softly. After all, I'd be dead by then, right?

"Well, what are you waiting for!?" She yelled in glee. "Come on home!"

"I'll be there as soon as I can, mom." I laughed as I hung up.

I hurry and carry my luggages down to the bottom floor and tapped the bell for the apartment manager to come to the front. When he did, I placed my house key onto the counter.

"I'd like to give up my apartment. All my furniture is still there, you can sell it furnished." I offered.

"Where are you going?" he noted by looking at my luggage and took the key.

"I'm going back to Paris." I smiled.

"That's nice." he dismissed. "Have a good trip."

I caught a cab and went to the airport. The cab driver helped take my luggage out of the car and I dragged them over to where the counter was. It wasn't crowded today, luckily. I pulled out my pass port, my credit card, and ID, placing it on the counter.

"Hello, what can I do for you this evening?" the worker asked.

"Is there any tickets left for the flight to Paris today?" I questioned.

"Hold on a moment." the worker clicked around on the computer. "There are only first class seats left."

I felt my stomach drop. Damnit. Only first class seats? Wait, what am I thinking? I'm dying. I have nothing to be saving up for. I slid my card over to the worker. "I'll take it."

I made my way towards the plane gate way that read Boarding for Paris. I showed my ticket and was escorted to my seat. In freaking first class. A few minuets later the plane moved and started to take off.

I took this moment to process what is happening. I went for a check up and later found out I have cancer. Not bad enough? I'll be dead in six months. I'm going back to spend my remaining months with my mom. I let a tear slip down my face as we were now settled in the sky.

I'm going home.