Let Me Go

Weightless

*Haydens POV*

Tour started a few days ago, and thankfully the first few shows were in California. Today I'm not so lucky. As much as I've had to travel with Billie for work, I still can't stand plane rides. Billie keeps trying to distract me to calm me down, but it's not working.

"Billie just stop talking and let me breathe!" I snap at her, immediately regretting my actions. She just turns her body away from me and stares out the window.

"Bil, I'm sorry... I just hate plane rides." I try to reason with her. She doesn't say anything back.

The flight attendants voice rings over the intercom.
We're experiencing some unexpected turbulence, please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt.

Billie buckles herself in and I fumble with mine a bit, nervousness getting the best of me. The next thing I know, my body feels weightless for a split second.

Flashback

My 10th birthday party was my favorite. That was the day I also broke my arm in two places.

I woke up that morning, ripping the covers off of myself and barreling into my parents room to bug them about breakfast. My sister joining in jumping on their bed a short while later.

My party was set for this afternoon and I could hardly contain my excitement.

"Mom how many more hours?" I pester her.

She checks her watch, "You've got one more hour Hays." she says obviously annoyed, "Do you want to help me ice the cupcakes?"

I nod excitedly. I was all in because it involved sugar. 10 year old me was a chunky lil peanut because of that. My mom grabs a piping bag and shovels purple icing into the bag.

"Alright Hays, decorate me how you want em baby." my mom says getting sprinkles from the pantry for later.

20 minutes later and my mom and I are both covered in purple icing and glitter sprinkles, not a single cupcake covered. I lick the icing off the back of my hand. I swear I could feel my eyes dilate from the impending sugar high that was about to hot my blood stream.

My mom normally would have been pissed over a mess like this in the kitchen, today was different. She cups my face smiling at me, and I give her a toothy grin right back. "Go get cleaned up and I'll deal with this okay? Check on your sister while you're upstairs."

I run upstairs and wash the purple sticky stuff off of my skin before making my way to Parker's room. I sit next to her on the floor and watch her color in a giraffe.

"Hays? What was your birthday wish?"

We had this tradition when it was someone's birthday we could either ask for a couple small things or one really big thing. My bitch ass wanted a trampoline.

"Parker, what's the one thing in the world we both want?" I ask her.

"Um, a pet giraffe?"

"Parker a giraffe wouldn't have enough room in the back yard..." I say out in a huff. I was a dramatic child apparently.

"Girls! It's time!" I hear my mom shout. We both book it down the stairs and are met with a few of the neighborhood kids who I'd invited.

My mom shoos us outside and all of our eyes go wide.

"No way." I mutter under my breath.

My sister hugs me around the waist, "Thank you for being born!"

We all make a mad dash for the trampoline that now sat in my backyard. All was going well until... you know that moment when all of your friends jump at the same time and you're launched into the air and you get that weightless feeling? Yeah, that's what happened to me... and my sister... at the same time. Except I landed first on my back, and she landed just after, on my arm.

Needless to say the rest of my birthday was spent in the hospital. I begged my parents not to get rid of the trampoline. After hours of groveling, they reluctantly agreed to let me keep it.

Parker and I spent many days and nights on that trampoline jumping around or laying out talking about boys, or the fact that I didn't like them. She was the first person I came out to.

Of all the time that I got to spend with my sister and all the heart to hearts we shared on that trampoline, my favorite day was still the day of my tenth birthday.

That feeling Parker and I experienced, for just a moment, of being weightless.

Too bad being an adult, means you don't get moments like that anymore...

I come to, and my head is being cradled by someone's soft hands.

"Hayden baby, you're awake!"

I kinda wanna mess with her...

a/n: does Hayden do the thing and mess with Billie?