His Little Play Thing

Killer Planes

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We do not fear the unknown. We fear what we think about the unknown.

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The engines of the plane roared to life. The closer you got to the large beast the more unsettled you became. Your legs were numb and your nose frozen, you were pretty sure you could feel snot sneaking out of your nostril but you couldn't find it in you to care. You had found through this whole ordeal to simply shut it off. If you were desensitized to it, the pain wouldn't hurt as much. The deep longing that settled in your heart and spread like frost along your veins would simply, not exist. If you kept your ocean eyes to the rough cement ground under your boots then your mind knew not of what was to come. That's what you kept telling yourself . Over and over in your head you chanted though deep down in that frozen pit there was a sense of panic closing in on you, your chest would tighten as you heaved out breath after grueling breath and your knees would shake under the weight of you. But that was the thing though, you truly did have no idea what was to come and the thought alone, terrifies you.

You didn't want to go, but what choice did you have?

The whine of the plane grew louder as you boarded the steps but you barely heard it over the ringing in your ears, you had to focus on your parents conversation for fear that if you didn't, you may pass out.  Part of you wanted to turn and run.

"Do you think she'll make the flight?" Your mother asks loudly.

"I'm not sure. She's never been on a plane before. We'll be high off the ground. We'll have to watch her" your old man replies. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head.

Breathe just breathe. It's just a plane.

The little bird in your chest hammers against your ribcage. The more you attempt to tame it, the wilder it becomes. Short sputtering breaths come out of your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly to block out the bright lights.

A small, soft hand on your shoulder brings you back to your senses.

"Hana baby" your mom's says in your ear, her breath flutters your  dark hair.

"It's okay you're safe" she coos. "We're right here"

You can't force any words past your clenched throat so you nod your head and push yourself to breathe normally while you walk toward your designated seats.

Any normal person riding on a plane would be perfectly fine, just like any other day for them. But for you, it's torture. The cab of the plane is much quieter than outside however, and for that you're grateful.

Once you're seated, near the window, you grab your headphones, water and an anxiety pill, down it and turn on your music.

Your mom would attempt to talk to you but you ignore it. You won't talk unless you absolutely have to. Besides, you still haven't come to terms with the fact that they're stealing you away from your hometown. All because of your father and his job. It's not right, nor is it fair.

So she can deal with the silent treatment for the full 16 hour flight. She deserves it.

The entire flight went by in a blur. Between sleeping, and watching YouTube you hadn't really paid any attention to the world around you.

You preferred it that way.

Before you knew it you had landed in Seoul with your bags in your hands and were being ushered off of the large winged creature you rode in. You had been sitting for so long that as soon as you stood up to walk your legs seized and you nearly fell flat on your face. Luckily for you there was a seat in front of you to latch onto.