Journey

Chapter 1-Flying Doubts

Click, click, click click-click -click, click

Concentrate, you can do this. I keep clicking my pen, over an over again. The rythmatic sound is somewhat soothing to the panic that keeps welling up in my stomach. Its a small effort to try to control the monstrouse thoughts that seem to enjoy appearing in my head. The ones that just appear, and slowly just occupy all four corners of my mind, and sticking there as if stuck there with the strongest superglue known to mankind.

Click, click, click, click, click, click

Looking out the window, we are getting even higher and higher up in the sky, the feeling in my stomach, the fear, gets stronger and even harder to forget. closing my eyes i lean my head back on the headrest, trying to take myself away from here. i wish i had my music, i had it for the first part of my flight, than my phone battery got too low, and I had it turned off now to conserve it. Last night in my rush and panic to check all my bags to make sure i had packed everything, I had completly fergotten to charge my phone. I remeber, i left it on the bedside table, the entire night. I only remberd it was unplugged just as i was about to leave for the airport.
Great, just great. I send Jacob a text as soon as i had walked through the doors to the airport.

L-Hardly made it to the airport
J-nice, how you feeling little sister?
L-Really nervouse, but excited. Ive never been on a plane before.
J-You'll be fine, Ill be waiting for you at the airport.
L-Okay, see you than.
J-Dont worry, ill have you in my arms soon enough.
L-Cant wait big brother. see you in a couple hours.
J-Aight

Battary is close to being dead, but it's just enough for a bit of music on the plane, but not enough if i want to text Jacob when i finally land. Which leaves me here. I found this pen in my bag, and its the last resort to try to keep me from going completly insane.

Click, click, click, click, click, click, click

theres a kick to my seat from someone behind me, he glares at me.

"Stop clicking that godamn pen or i swear im going to snap it." I can almost see the steam coming off his ears.

How long have i been clicking this pen? 5, 15, minuits, half an hour?

"oh uh- sorry sir. yeah." i hardly can get the words out. hes tall, and very muscular, kinda looks like your typical lumberjack, he could easily snap a little twig like me right in half if he wanted to. And he is very irritated.

I click the pen shut, not sure what to do with myself now. i try to ignore the slowly growing panic in my stomach as I look towards the window, theres an older woman sitting in the seat beside me, she is probobly about as old as my grandmother. She's sitting with her knitting, calmly looking out the window with a book in her lap. She looks like the type that bakes fresh oatmeal cookies whenever her grandkids come around, and reads them stories until they fall asleep. The kind with a candy jar on her coffee table, the huge house with older furnishings, the kind of place that would be exciting to explore because you never know what you could find laying around.

I check my watch, still another hour on this plane, feels like ive been here for days, at least I got an aisle seat, dont have to get past people if i need to go to the bathroom for a break from everyone's stares. looking around, theres so many people on this plane.

i kinda hope it crashes

wait, do I? no. If that happens, than ill never meet him in real life...

I shake my head lightly to clear it. your okay, your okay. I can do this, its only a plane, people use them all the time and they're completly fine. honestly, im almost tempted to get the pen out of my bag and start clicking it again, to try to calm myself down again. But im too afraid of the guy behind me actually snapping my arms off, so i leave the pen in my bag. i look around the cabin, trying to find something to let my mind drift off with, leaning my head back i start thinking about my destnaition. In an hour, I'll have landed in Texas. Finally, ill get to meet, Him, my big brother. the thought of meeting him, and not through a screen fills me both with the greatesst fear and excitment. such contrasting emotions, it sucks. it almost feels like this is all a dream, like im actually not going to meet him, this is just a dream and I'll wake up soon being sorry dissaponted.

breath in........breath out .

You can do this Lyric, you can do this. I wonder, i wonder if he is really excited, maybe he is dreading it... He cant possibly be dreading it, youve been planning this for actual years Lyric, of course hes not waiting miserably. He told you himself hes excited. Stop being so scared. Telling myself off in my head, kind of makes me feel better. Your almost there, breath in.....breath out. You can do it.

My brain can hardly fathom that this is reality, not a fantasy, or just a dream in my head that never leaves. Im actually sitting here, in a plane, flying through the air directly on my way to finally see him. I pinch myself again, it hurts so much, im defenitly going to have buises by tommorow, But it lets me know even more that everything around me is completly and utterly real. In just a little bit, this plane will land, and than I know, and I beleive with everything in me that im finally going to be safe.

-Would all passangers please claim your luggage from the baggage compartments. We have landed in Texas safely, thank you for flying with us today- the receiver crackles as the pilot puts it back in place.

The plane has landed, I let out the breath ive been holding in seemingly the entire flight as i feel a lot of the anxiety dissapate from my stomach. Im still in one peice, Im finally here... The plane is bustling as people are getting up, grabbing their things and moving towards the exits. They reach up to open up the compartments above their seats and claim their bags that have been stowed above their heads. The people bustling around me leave lots of room for my anxiety to creep in as i freeze in my seat, The older woman taps my shoulder, distacting me from my thoughts for a moment, i stand up and let her by, she walks calmly off the plane, Her knitting stowed neatly in her bag. She is probobly off to meet her grandkids, or her kids, im so busy thinking i forget to say goodbye to her.

More and more people are getting up, and leaving the plane, when most everyone is up and almost gone i can finally will myself to stand up and reach up to claim my backpack from the compartment above my seat. I slip my arms through the straps, and pick up my bag from my seat, looking around my seat to make sure I have everything, nothing of mine is on my seat, and everything seems to be contained in my bag so I leave the seat, and make my way to the entrance, just stopping as I'm hit with the heat, and all of the people crowds of them, everywhere. I'm frozen in place for a moment before forcing my feet to walk down the steps. Immediately I'm swarmed by people, people, people,  everywhere. For a moments thats all i can focus on, the bustling of all the bodies around me as im swarmed like honey after its been noticed by a crowd of ants. I hold my breath and force my feet to walk forward towards the luggage claiming area. I pull out my phone and send a text to Jacob

L-Finally landed. Going to go claim my luggage.
J-Aight.  I'll meet you there. see you soon

Smiling, I pocket the phone, i make it to the luggage claim. I'm waiting for my large suitcase and duffel bag, I stare at all the bags and packages slowly drifting past me on the converyor belt, eventually i see them come by and i grab the quickly, as my hand meets the handels of the bag my pocket buzzes. Picking them up off the conveyor belt and moving out of the way so other people can get their luggage, I put my bags down and check my phone

New text from Mom. I frown slightly, i don't open the message, but i read the notificaition.

Mom-Hey Sweetie, hope your flight went well. Your little sister misses you lots.

I swipe away the notificaition and pocket my phone, picking up my bags once again, already they are feeling too heavy. I look around than, i see HIm. Hes standing across the room, looking around, he notices me a few moment after i notice him, and the biggest grin spreads over his face. That smile makes all the knots in my stomach dissapear, and I can speak again. I try to run but my luggage really slows me down, He runs up and pulls me into a hug.

I cant beleive that this is real, it's happening, You are here, I am here. Before i can stop them I can feel the tears escaping as i hug him tighter.