❝𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐒 .❞ - ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ᴏᴄ

𝐒𝐈𝐗

live

住む

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 ❗TW: THIS CHAPTER MENTIONS SEXUAL ASSAULT ❗

misaki's pov

dizziness. all i felt at the moment was dizziness. my head felt like it could burst right now. this is honestly the worst i've ever felt. maybe i'm sick? 

where even am i?

my vision was blurry. i had just woken up. i had forgotten that i was in a plane, heading to the US. it was honestly kind of stupid how i could have forgotten about just that. i mean, i was so exited for this, and here i was now, forgetting where i even was. but eventually when i was fully awake i was able to see a bit more clearly, and noticed i was in a plane.

jeez..how could i forget something so simple.

the playlist i had made weeks before going the airport was still playing. it's kind of surprising how i had enough motivation to make a playlist that long. i wish i still had that motivation..i wish i was as happy as back then.

not too long after fully waking up from my surprisingly long nap, a flight attendant made an announcement that the plane would be landing soon. i looked out the window, and the sun was already rising there, even tho in Japan i left in the morning too. the sky was pretty.

time zones are really difficult to understand..

i checked my phone to see what time it was, and it was already 8 am in New York. not long after, the plane started landing on the pavement, and the road was a little bumpy. we had to wait a while to take our seat belts off, but eventually everyone started leaving, which left me almost alone there. it had been my first time on a plane, so i was confused on what i was supposed to do, but i eventually left too, and went inside the airport.

"so this is New York City," i whispered to myself.

there was so many people there. it made me feel a little exited. i felt a little safe there, because i thought that if anything happened to me there, there would be lots of people to help me. i waited to get my suitcase, and had to go to multiple places in the airport. i was sort of lost there, so i waited on a bench, hoping my dad would be there.

a while had passed, but i then saw a tall man standing in front of me. he looked like he was in his mid 30s. in a way he looked like me, but his hair was a lot darker. it was a bit long and messy.

"seriously? meeting my daughter sitting in a bench all alone, without her sweet father next to her?" he said.

"her father? really!" i said in the happiest tone. "but..how do i know you're really my dad..i mean you can be a random man trying to kidnap me!" i said standing up from the bench and backing away a little after the realization.

he had a shocked expression for a second, and then started laughing as if i had just asked him the dumbest question ever. he then pulled out his phone and opened his photo gallery, and after a couple of seconds, showed me a picture of him with someone who looked like my mother when she was younger.