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Song: Fresh Start Fever by You Me At Six

Madison's POV

I add another 50 euros to my "London 2013?♥" envelope. I'm saving money to move out. Yep.

My name is Madison and I'm 20 years old. I've been living in Germany all my life. I left school a few weeks ago and now I'm standing in my empty room. I smile and take my bags to my moms car.

The second my mom, my best friend Laura and I arrive at the airport, Laura already starts crying. I sigh.

I don't want to leave her. But I have to. I just think that if I had to keep living here I would kill myself soon. They understand though.

I just hope they'll deal with it. I'll call them every night, thats for sure.

I grab the ticket and sigh again. "I think that's it", I whisper. Laura gasps and cries even harder before she hugs me tightly. "I love you so much Madison please be safe". "I will", I promise her. My mom cries as well while she hugs me. "I love you and I hope you'll finally find your happiness. Call me every night, okay?". I nod and smile. "I love you two so much. Please stay strong". They both smile and hug me one last time. Then I walk towards the entrance of my flight.

A woman announcing our arrival wakes me up. I smile to myself as I think about that I slept during the whole flight. I leave the plane, get my bags and call a taxi. It arrives within 5 minutes which I'm quite happy about because I start to overthink everything when I'm bored. "Okay, we're here. 10£ please". I hand him the money and leave the car. I stare at the building for a minute. It's really tall. I get the keys out of my pocket and open the door. I place all of my bags in the hallway to close the door, then I look for my apartment. I throw all my bags in it and decide to go through the rooms. It seems to be nice here. But it's really empty. And that emptiness makes me feel sick. It's reflects how I feel on the inside. Empty. A tear rolls down my cheek as I think about it. And now I'm here, on my own. Alone. I won't find friends here. But at least my dad isn't here.

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