Gone

5

As we finally land I turn off air plane mode and text my dad that we landed. I am not sure if I should text my mom or anything. Its not like she’d care. She would probably say, ‘ d a m n I was hoping you got in a plane crash.’ But hey look at me now safe and sound in California.

Finally after waiting 20 minutes for people to walk out of the air port I finally make it out and to the gate. I haven’t seen my dad sense I was in first grade so he could have changed over the years. I look around to try to find him but all I see is people hugging others. I walk around to the other side of the gate to find a man in a suit holding a sign that says “Ireland” I walk up to the man and give him a small smile.

“Ireland?” he asks me.

“Yup! And you are?” I ask.

“Your fathers limo driver.”

Well looks like my father is rich. As thoughts cloud up my mind I don’t hear the man say “Ready to go Miss Ireland?”.

I quickly swing my bag over my shoulder and follow the limo driver.  The limo is black and shiny and the windows are tilted. The man opens the door for me and walks away  after he shuts the door. Inside the limo has beverages like soda, water, juice. Not wine though. He must not be a drinker.

I lean back in the chair and rest my eyes. The limo starts and I can feel us driving off. Never would I have thought that I was going to be moving in with my dad and I have never honestly thought about asking my mom if I could move in with him before. Sure I would have always thought about it but I was always scared to leave my mom and I was scared I would hurt her. I was so naïve back then.

This is my first time in a limo so I cant help but explore the place. I grab a can of Drpepper and gulp it down in less than a minute. I am kind of a soda addict like I always drink soda when I get the chance. One time when my mom was normal she took my soda away and I literally chased her around the house so I could get it back. She would always do these little funny things to brighten up my day but now its like she doesn’t care. I wish she did.

I know now why she sent me away. I am a complete failure who cant do anything but talk back and be ugly. Isnt that what she was basically saying? I am a f u c k up and I don’t belong. These negative thoughts swooped in on my feelings. I hate getting these feelings where you feel like all you want to do is die.

Isn’t dyeing the right choice? Like sure I will have great memories on earth but honestly do you think those memories are going to last with your dead corpse? We all live to die so whats the point of going on?

We pull up into a tall apartment building. I was expecting a mansion due to the fact that he has a limo driver. The driver hands me my bag and says I am at the top floor and he also gives me a card. “Swipe it in the elevator.” He says. I nod and say thank you and walk into the building to find that it is way too fancy for me. I am most likely going to break everything I touch in here. I am a clumsy when it comes to expensive nice things.

I walk into the elevator and swipe the card waiting for it to bring me up to wherever it is I am going. Finally it stops and opens. As I walk out of the small elevator I notice the apartment is a pent house and is lets just say huge! Its way too fancy looking and looks like a home you would see in a magazine.

“Ireland?” a deep voice says.

“Yeah….” I turn around to be face to face with my dad. He pulls me into a big hug and I return it. He still has that smell on him that I loved when I was younger.

“hey dad.” I say smiling.

As he lets go I notice to other people come in. One looks about my age and the other looks my dads age. They both smile at me and bring me in for a hug. I don’t hug back considering that I don’t know them. “We have been dyeing to meet you!” they both say at the same time.