Broken Thoughts

The Beginning To A New Start.

I'm moving. I don't know where, but I'm moving. I can't stand living in this damn house one more minute. Everything is broken. The window is shattered. Bits and pieces of family pictures frames lay on the hard wooden floor. Broken beer bottles cover the kitchen table. Even my thoughts are shattered to pieces as memories of my parents getting murdered flood through my head. I can't let go. Even if my thoughts are broken. So I'm leaving. I'm packing today and boarding the next flight. I don't care where it takes me. I'm getting out of here. I go upstairs to my room and shove every bit of my room I can into my large suitcase. Clothes, shoes, pictures, bathroom accessories. I quickly head downstairs with my suitcase in my hand, cringing at the mess as I walk towards the front door. Stepping on pieces of glass. I finally reached the door and turned around letting out a sigh. I look around my trashed house once more and let a tear slip from my face. I quickly shut the door and leaned my head against the brick wall as I slip a few more tears out. I grab my suitcase and walk down the steps towards my car. I put my suitcase in the back and I start heading towards Atlanta Georgia Airport. I'm still crying. And the radio station keeps playing horrible depressing songs. "Fuck!" I scream as I hit the radio turning it off. I slowly come to a stop at a red light and I lean my head on the steering wheel and begin to cry once more. It only took me 10 more minutes until I arrived at the airport. And it was crowded. I was getting unusual stares from little kids and their parents. Probably because I was still crying. I make my way to the front desk and politely ask which plane is boarding next. "Sydney Australia." The women replied to me. "Alright, uh, I guess I need one ticket to Australia then." I said to the women pulling out my credit card. She swipes the card and hands me my ticket as I go to sit down. It's 10 minutes until the plane boards so I get out my phone to see I have over 50 text messages. I haven't replied to anyone since last night. From: Dani: "what the hell is happening!? There is ambulance and police cars all around your house!?" "Answer me Logan!!!" And basically that's all my friends were saying. I can't believe I'm leaving them behind. I'm leaving everyone behind. I'm leaving my life behind. "Flight 122 is now boarding to Sydney Australia." The announcer calls over the intercom. I stand up and grab my stuff and head to the plane. Surprisingly there wasn't very many people boarding the plane. I found a seat near the back and put my luggage up above the seat. I sit down and look out the window. Am I seriously ready for this new life to come?