Just leave me alone, chapter 6
The ride to the airport was a long one. Apart from the faint drone of classic FM on the radio, everyone was quiet.
Emily was staring distantly out the window at the night sky, with the stars sparkling brightly like diamonds, wishing that someone could take her away from this mess. She closed her eyes tight a wished a wish that would never come true. She wished she could be with her mum one last time, breathing in the scent of her flowery perfume, and telling her how much she means to her and how much she loved her, even if she didn't say it all the time. But this is one wish that will never come true, no matter how hard you try.
She wished that her mum was with her. She wished she didn't have to get on that stupid plane and go to stupid California to live with her stupid distant relatives. She even wished she was back home in that shit hole of a flat, and that was saying something!
To make things 10 times worse, her brother couldn't come with her. He had to stay in England, in the army because you have to complete a minimum of 3 months - and even then you had to give notice - in training, which sucked ass, as he was the closest thing she could ever have at this moment, and needed him more than anything just to comfort her and tell her that everything will be alright.
Emily continuing on with her daze, thought of something.
"Why not end my life? I don't mean much to the world"
Emily continued pondering this thought of wanting to end her life, as it didn't mean much to anyone - as so many people have told her before this moment, and thinking of several ways of ways of doing the deed.
"Jump off a bridge?" No she thought, to much of a wimp to do that. Besides I'm scared of water.
"Stab myself with a knife?" Nope scared of knives. The reason for this fear is that when Emily was 6 years old she saw her mother self harming herself with a knife. Ever since this happened, Emily wouldn't go near one let alone hold one and stab herself with it!
Emily suddenly realised during the midst of her death dream, the person sitting next to her was trying to get an answer from her.
Carol's her name. Nice, but nosey! She's the social worker I talked about earlier. Throughout the entire trip to the airport, she was trying to spark up a conversation with Emily, telling her what California would be like, and about the new family she would be going to live with. But Emily was not paying attention, rather giving grunts and nods to what Carol was saying, but none of it was going into her head, rather like a physics lesson!
"Emily, are you alright honey? (See nosey!) What are you thinking sweetie? Emily? Emily are you even listening to me?"
And ummm......... no she wasn't listening. In fact she didn't give a shit about what she was saying. She didn't give a shit about anything any more.
Emily was staring distantly out the window at the night sky, with the stars sparkling brightly like diamonds, wishing that someone could take her away from this mess. She closed her eyes tight a wished a wish that would never come true. She wished she could be with her mum one last time, breathing in the scent of her flowery perfume, and telling her how much she means to her and how much she loved her, even if she didn't say it all the time. But this is one wish that will never come true, no matter how hard you try.
She wished that her mum was with her. She wished she didn't have to get on that stupid plane and go to stupid California to live with her stupid distant relatives. She even wished she was back home in that shit hole of a flat, and that was saying something!
To make things 10 times worse, her brother couldn't come with her. He had to stay in England, in the army because you have to complete a minimum of 3 months - and even then you had to give notice - in training, which sucked ass, as he was the closest thing she could ever have at this moment, and needed him more than anything just to comfort her and tell her that everything will be alright.
Emily continuing on with her daze, thought of something.
"Why not end my life? I don't mean much to the world"
Emily continued pondering this thought of wanting to end her life, as it didn't mean much to anyone - as so many people have told her before this moment, and thinking of several ways of ways of doing the deed.
"Jump off a bridge?" No she thought, to much of a wimp to do that. Besides I'm scared of water.
"Stab myself with a knife?" Nope scared of knives. The reason for this fear is that when Emily was 6 years old she saw her mother self harming herself with a knife. Ever since this happened, Emily wouldn't go near one let alone hold one and stab herself with it!
Emily suddenly realised during the midst of her death dream, the person sitting next to her was trying to get an answer from her.
Carol's her name. Nice, but nosey! She's the social worker I talked about earlier. Throughout the entire trip to the airport, she was trying to spark up a conversation with Emily, telling her what California would be like, and about the new family she would be going to live with. But Emily was not paying attention, rather giving grunts and nods to what Carol was saying, but none of it was going into her head, rather like a physics lesson!
"Emily, are you alright honey? (See nosey!) What are you thinking sweetie? Emily? Emily are you even listening to me?"
And ummm......... no she wasn't listening. In fact she didn't give a shit about what she was saying. She didn't give a shit about anything any more.
