Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

six

"Just stop with the act-"

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I groaned as one of the old flight attendants shook to wake me up. I would say she was a pretty person, but truth be told she wasn't. Neither inside or out. In the movies the flight attendants were all beautiful young ladies with peppy attitudes, but this lady was the complete opposite. She was an old hag with awfully dyed brown hair and a huge nose. Not to mention that when she was screaming to wake me up, her breath smelt of onions. Not a pretty smell to be waking up to.

"Young lady, please buckle your seatbelt. This is the forth time I have had to ask you. We will be landing in 10 minutes." She flashed me an awful fake smile and walked away.

Her teeth were definately dentures.

I put my seatbelt on not wanting the woman's stank breath in my face again and plugged my headphones into my iPod to play music. As I watched out the plane window it suddenly hit me that I was no longer in Canada. I was in another country.

The sky was much more blue and the sun was shining a little too bright. I looked down and saw the busy highways full of cars. They looked like ants searching for food. I looked all around from outside the window when my eyes caught a familiar sign that I've only saw in the movies.

The LAX airport sign.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please make sure your seatbelts are fastened tight. We will be landing in approximately 30 seconds." The old hag said.

Her eyes of course bored into mine as she said that. I just rolled my eyes as she took a seat breaking eye contact. Thank Jesus, I don't think I've ever hated someone so much that I didn't even know.

I watched as the plane flew downwards and onto the lanes of the airport. It was like I was in a race car with how fast it went down the runway. Not to mention the bumps which caused me to bounce a little in my seat. That was when it all hit me. I was about to see Pattie and Justin Bieber in less than five minutes.

I groaned inwardly and started to get lost in my own thoughts. I was thinking about all that I had left behind, everything that I had done wrong. I also had the biggest craving for a cigarrette. I hadn't had any of my usuals since the overdose that happened two weeks ago.

My mother had kept me on surveillance watch for those weeks. She wanted to make sure that I didn't do anything bad. She watched every little step I took, every breath of air I took... It was all so annoying, but I guess that was for the best. She just didn't want me to go out and do crystal meth again. Which surprisingly, I really hadn't been thinking of these two weeks. I guess after the overdose my brain has come to the conclusion that I didn't need the meth. At least not for now.

I knew I woud crave my addiction again. There was no way it would just disappear forever. Even if I did overdose and almost die. It was called an addiction for a reason. It would only go away if I got help. My mother seems to think that sending me here is my way of getting help, which let me say is the worst decision she could possibly have made. Sending me here was not going to make the addiction disappear.
It was going to stress me out to the point where I would need it to make all the annoying-- precisely Justin Heartbreaker Bieber-- people to fade away into the darkness and out of my world.

"It's time to get off young lady." I heard from beside me.

I shook all of my thoughts away and looked around the plane to see it completely abandoned. My eyes traveled to where the voice came from and I scoffed. It was the old hag. I stood up and grabbed my bag that was on the seat next to me. I gave the biggest and most fake smile ever to the old hag and pushed past her.