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. It sits in such a way that its appears to be taunting you. Like it knows it's taking you to a new life.

That morning had been hectic, so much so that you're nervous system has been progressively shutting down. You've found the numbness to be both a simple comfort and a silent beast. The uncertainty of what your new life will be like. Laying heavy,

like a weighted blanket tucked tightly around your bones.

The deep longing that settled in your heart and spread like frost along your veins would help the suffocated feeling in your heart. Cooling it down, numbing you from inside.

If you kept your ocean eyes to the rough cement 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.

Breathe just breathe. It's just a plane.

Was it the plane that was the problem? Or perhaps the fact that the only friends you've ever known are going to be across the continent from you? The job you had just gotten to know and the first, you've had. Upended.

Poof

The little bird in your chest hammers against your ribcage. The more you attempt to tame it, the wilder it became.

On the outside, however was a different picture. Calm, blank expression.

You always hid the pain. Your eyes often enough looked like empty pits, it reminds you of the ocean in the dark. Just void. You've been told by many that you're unreadable. Which... good? That's the goal.

You aren't one of the preppy kids, you aren't cool and exciting, and frankly just want people to leave you the hell alone.

That's why your friends in this play a crucial role in your feelings in all of this.

The circle was small, and the circle was close. You guys weren't blood but you were sisters.

Mentally noting to call them in the morning, you turn on your headphones as you sit. Closest to the window.

Great, I get to see how high up we actually are... horrifying, really.

Fuck this, and fuck my parents.

Who by the way. You haven't spoken to since your fight early this morning while you half-hazardly packed a few "Only Important" things.

The rest of the house and my belongings just doesn't matter I guess?

The flight would be long. Disassociation is a hell of a thing though. Because you don't remember half of it.

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.