Goodnight Moon.
May 17th.
Ashlynn's POV.
There are very few things I like about planes, one of them is the free pretzels you get and all the silent time your granted to think about your life. The are many things I hate about flying on a plane also,one of them is all the silent free time your granted to think about your life to drive yourself insane. How did I get here? Why was I so unhappy at home that I felt the need to leave where I came from? Oh, that's right! Cause my father was crazy, cause I wasn't getting anywhere with my life, cause I hate my crazy ex boyfriend, cause I needed something new; Cause I was afraid to continue growing into someone I didn't like much at all.
My dad left my mom and tried killing himself the day after. 8 months later and the night of it all still haunts me. It was July 6th the year before and I was driving home from work when I realized my Dad didn't call me on his lunch beak like he did every day. I got home to find my Dad on the bathroom floor with what was a bottle of pills that he turned into an empty bottle. He had overdosed and I found him. I called 911 and they took him to the hospital, 3 days later he woke up and told me he didn't want me saving him anymore.
I remember it all so vividly, " I didn't need your help, I didn't to survive...you're good for nothing and you mess everything up like usual. When I get out of here and try again you better not save me."
I don't know what hurt worst about it all. I couldn't decide. But it hurt, it still does. And as sad and selfish as it is I still resent him for that night and for some reason I think I always will.
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' Thank you for flying with us today and welcome to London, England ' the pilot said over the intercom that snapped me out of my flashback . I grabbed my carry on from the overhead bin and headed to find baggage claim.
After I got my bags I walked out of the airport to feel different. To feel like I was given a second chance , to feel jet lagged and to feel some sense of hope wash over me. First thing I did when I walked out , I grabbed my camera from my carry on and took pictures of the new place I would be calling home. Second thing I did was call a cab to take me to this new apartment I would make my home and be myself in.
All I could think about was myself questioning if I was willing to call this place home or not.
There are very few things I like about planes, one of them is the free pretzels you get and all the silent time your granted to think about your life. The are many things I hate about flying on a plane also,one of them is all the silent free time your granted to think about your life to drive yourself insane. How did I get here? Why was I so unhappy at home that I felt the need to leave where I came from? Oh, that's right! Cause my father was crazy, cause I wasn't getting anywhere with my life, cause I hate my crazy ex boyfriend, cause I needed something new; Cause I was afraid to continue growing into someone I didn't like much at all.
My dad left my mom and tried killing himself the day after. 8 months later and the night of it all still haunts me. It was July 6th the year before and I was driving home from work when I realized my Dad didn't call me on his lunch beak like he did every day. I got home to find my Dad on the bathroom floor with what was a bottle of pills that he turned into an empty bottle. He had overdosed and I found him. I called 911 and they took him to the hospital, 3 days later he woke up and told me he didn't want me saving him anymore.
I remember it all so vividly, " I didn't need your help, I didn't to survive...you're good for nothing and you mess everything up like usual. When I get out of here and try again you better not save me."
I don't know what hurt worst about it all. I couldn't decide. But it hurt, it still does. And as sad and selfish as it is I still resent him for that night and for some reason I think I always will.
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' Thank you for flying with us today and welcome to London, England ' the pilot said over the intercom that snapped me out of my flashback . I grabbed my carry on from the overhead bin and headed to find baggage claim.
After I got my bags I walked out of the airport to feel different. To feel like I was given a second chance , to feel jet lagged and to feel some sense of hope wash over me. First thing I did when I walked out , I grabbed my camera from my carry on and took pictures of the new place I would be calling home. Second thing I did was call a cab to take me to this new apartment I would make my home and be myself in.
All I could think about was myself questioning if I was willing to call this place home or not.
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6/3/14