The Distance

Chapter 8:The Journey

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The alarm rang, 7 AM.
"Ring ring ring"
I already knew what was coming and I was not looking forward to it. The fact I have to be in a car with this idiot for an hour, along with a plane ride of 4 and a half hours, including a 3 hour bus ride. Fuck my life man, this day is very gruesome, and it hasn't even begun yet. What is going on with the world? I remember a friend of mine named Izzy. I swear to god me and her made up a theory that a witch cursed me and how we used to talk about planning on building a time machine, and going back in time to destroy her or him, before they could cast this horrid spell on me.

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Those were some good days, I'd go back to those times when I was so innocent, I mean technically I still am because I'm a virgin, and to me it also sucks that I never had my first kiss either. My last ex was a bitch, I wont get into the details too much until later on, but man I had dated the guy for 5 years, 4 and a half was online and the last few months were in person. Let's just say it did not end well for me and I am honestly disgusted by the thought of him, so I'm just going to shut my mouth before I end up going further into my relationship issues that I should stop giving a damn about.

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Greg opened my cell door asking if I was ready for the long hours ahead.

Of course the idiot had to ask me that stupid question, who does he think I am? Of course I'm not ready for your Interest in my life story.

I just answered sure in a not so reassuring manner. I'm not very happy at the moment and just one look he could see that.

"Look, I can tell you have disliked me from the start, but if you get to know me you would like me, I promise."

"Look, I dont need your pep talk, people like you is probably why the world is so fucking messed up, I dont like you in the slightest, so do me a favor and stop asking me questions about my life, it's none of your business, you dont see me doing it, so kindly revert to another topic that I will enjoy rather than grilling me all the time making me remember stupid shit I hate"

"Geez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, ok I'll leave you alone, I'm sorry if I bothered you"

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This guy has the nerve, I'm this close to dislocating something or making his bullet wound worse than it already is, but the dude had enough for one day, so I have no desire in making it unbearable for him. I felt eerie, because I hate hurting people, but sometimes it has to be done so they can get the hint. I'm not being rude, I'm just brutally honest at this point. My past thoughts were intense and play a major role with how I act now. It just sucks to be unnerving, I hate this feeling. Sometimes I hope I can discard my emotions for good, I hear it's hell on Earth, but when was Earth never hell? It feels like it anyways.

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I bring the little amount of items I had:A snack that Greg gave me, in case I got hungry on the way, and a few extra items like my toothbrush, notebook, and some clothing. I was not the brightest ray of sunshine today, but then again, when was I ever? I really don't care because humans are trash and dont give a fuck about how you feel, in this world it's me myself and I; I don't have any sort of idea to make new acquaintances, I'd despise them at the word hello. I wont be an asshole at first, but the moment you begin to plant your curiosity about me, that's when I will snap and tell you to fuck off.

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No remorse in my mind. Just straight up go away. You can ask me simple questions about a topic I would actually bother turning my undivided attention to: Such as guns, food, games, etc.. anything that doesn't have to do with my personal issues. Because I dont give a fuck, especially when you ask me how my day is going. Shitty, what else would it be? I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, these humans should understand this concept by now. Not everyone needs to open up and share their life story, it's a fact of life, they need to get over it.

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One thing I have a pet peeve to is when they show pity when they never gave a damn before, like what's the point? You have no consideration for people's feelings, until they come out to you with what they went through. In my opinion, a real person will actually understand and guide you even before they knew the personal shit about you. Truth be told I'm just testing Greg right now, I did the same thing with my other friends that I actually like. Only a few passed the test, and they're real; unlike people who just start giving a shit when they know the trauma and horrible things you experienced. I dont roll that way in the slightest.

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These thoughts dissapeared from my mind as soon as we arrived to the airport. I ate my bacon sandwich while Greg was checking us in. Honestly I was hoping he wouldn't bother me on this flight, but at the same time I just want to touch him, feel him and listen to our heart beats intertwine with each other. He was just so handsome standing there in his uniform, he looked like a proud officer, so sexy and classy, I couldn't get this guy out of my fucking head.

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It was as if he got glued to it since day one, he was scored onto my heart since I spotted him walking into that interrogation room. I wonder what's under his uniform, I wonder how his lips would feel against mine, how would he touch me, and would he make me feel like a real woman? I'm seriously questioning my life choices as to why I keep wondering these things that should be forbidden to enter my soul, my heart, and my mind. This whole thing is so confusing. Why can't it just stop already?

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"Hey we are checked in, let's go"

"Ok" I said dryly, I really had nothing more to say to him at the moment.

As we ran as quickly as possible to get to security, we had our bags checked, shoes off and our bodies were scanned. We were good to go as we claimed our items, and made it to the train. We entered and got off at C gates. Quickly running to our flight, as we had an hour left before it leaves. We sat there waiting for the signal to be given that it's time to board. So I guess I'm stuck on these seats for an hour with this guy. That's lovely but he seemed more quiet and it was the highlight of my year, thank god.

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"Hey what kind of music are you into?"

Man, as annoying as he is, he is finally catching onto what I want

"I'm into anything if it isn't cringey"
I began to relax, knowing he isn't asking anything personal about me. 

"Here put this on, I know we confiscated your phone back there, but you gotta understand we were under strict orders to do so; so I'll be very kind and let you listen to music, I can tell your not feeling so well today, so please play what ever you wish"

About time this guy caught on

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"Thank you for the concern," as I placed one of the ear-buds on my left ear, while he had one on his right. I played some music, the classic types: 3 Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin, Westpoint, Iris Googoo dolls,Scorpion, etc...
I could tell he was impressed with the music I enjoy, I mean he should anyways because these are classic hits. Not something people hear anymore, but they should be noticed because it hits you on those reality checks and sometimes it helps keep me on track; I just wish it was like this  more often, but we can't all have what we want.