Don't mess with fire

Part 2, Chapter 1

Grief does funny things to people.

For obvious reasons that I would rather not delve into, my brain has decided to forget most of  the next couple of days, but Lars gave me the gist.

After the emergency services arrived I was taken in an ambulance to get my oxygen levels up and  checked for burns. While I was there I was questioned. A lot.

Lars wasn't actually allowed to be with me at this point but I imagine all the questions were pretty similar to what I remembered.

"Where's your mother?"

"How did the fire start?"

"Why don't you remember anything?"

I didn't have many answers for them, seeing as, you know, I had been unconscious.

Eventually I was released and taken to my Aunts house.

I don't particularly like my Aunt, she had always been rude to my mother about getting knocked up without a husband, so didn't really care when Lars and me caught an Uber to the nearest airport at 2:30 in the morning.

By 4 am we were on the long haul flight to Long Island.

Just so you know, I hate flying, always have.

So obviously I remember the flight.

The flight was just under 9 hours long. I didn't sleep at all.

I've never understood people who can sleep on planes, let alone sleep comfortably. Its unnatural, humans were made without wings for a reason.

It confused me even more on this particular journey as the flight contained a terrifying amount of turbulence, almost like the plane was trying to get rid of me.

I told Lars about my fear and he tried to stay up with me, we even started a movie together, but not 20 minutes in his head was on my lap, snoring away. I think he tried for my shoulder, he was just too short.

Don't get me wrong, I was dead tired, almost dying does that to you, I just don't do flying.

At one point I tried looking at the clouds as a distraction. That didn't work. Everywhere I looked I could see a snake-shaped cloud or a grumpy face. I didn't even know clouds had faces. I guess that's my life now..

I shut my window and was left with the horrible company of my own thoughts. Yay me!

I tried to understand what had happened. Not three days previously had the biggest worry in my life been that spot on my chin. Then the smoke burned it off. Double yay!!

Eventually I decided it would just be safer for everyone if I just zoned out (a skill I had perfected after many Physics lessons) so for the remaining five hours I attempted to stare the shit out of the patch of wall next to me.

Five minutes later I gave up.

Walls are boring.

Instead I woke up Lars. Yes, I know that's unfair but if I can't sleep why should he?

He blinked at me confusedly.

"Where am I?" His voice was heavy with sleep.

I told him to shush and shoved one in of the headphones into his ear and together we watched almost a whole season of Friends.

Thinking about it now I probably could have watched it by myself. God, sorry, Gods I'm dumb.

So just as Monica was about to walk in on Joeys dad showering, the Captain told us we would be landing.

I opened my window again and was happy to see the clouds had cleared.

Below me I had a perfect view of what could only be my fist glance of America.

Life was about to get even more confusing.

HEYYYYY I wrote omggg. I dunno when ill find the time to write again but enjoy this crappy chapter for now :)))