2. flights and sorrow
"Sweetie talk to me please."
She's been giving me the silent treatment since last week when I told her she was going to have to move before the summer was over. She was leaving the day after school ended. She gave me silence. "
Please honey I love you." "
No you don't. All you care about is yourself! If you loved me you would have told me we were moving before that day was tomorrow!! I HATE YOU!"
"Honey I-" "No! Stop!"
Samantha's POV **Present Day**
I didn't know what to do so I ran to a bar. I know it's under age drinking but right now I don't care. I ordered a martini and drank it as quick as I could, paid the waitress and left. The pain still there. I ran till I reached my apartment. The first thing I did was run to my bathroom. I grabbed a razor, the rest was a blur. I woke up with blood running down my arm. I cried for a long time when I realized what I did. Looking around for band aids and bracelets I thought of something. I need to get out of here. After I found them I packed my bags. I grabbed everything I could fit in two suitcases and a cary on and bought the first plane ticket that was available. A ticket to London. The flight left in twenty minutes. I went to the boarding area and sat there until they called A4 my seat number. I boarded the plane and quickly fell asleep.
"Welcome to London"
That was the first thing I heard that next morning.