Grace's P.O.V

My chest is tight.

I can't breathe.

I open my eyes and clutch at my chest, trying to force my lungs to move and continue to filter out the air that my body is dying for.

I couldn't take this torment anymore. I slowly sat up in my bed and stared at my deoxygenated hands, turning pale from the poor circulation of my blood. But I took an agonizingly slow, deep and painful breath in, held it in and let it out. I sneak off my bed and grab my largest bag. Unfortunately, my big roller bags are in the other room, but trust me it is NOT worth sneaking out to grab one. The largest bag that I had at the moment was a normal black backpack with colorful triangles and a puffy key chain of pusheen that my best friend gave me on my 21st birthday. I didn't pack much stuff, I'm not gonna say necessities because I hardly consider the things in my bag necessities. But of course I pack the stuff that I need to live like a few sets of clothes, my gadgets, important documents and other stuff, but I made sure that I left enough space so it won't be too heavy to carry. I do have a separate little sling bag where I put my phone and money and stuff, but I also don't forget to bring my trusted friend Lachrymose with me, a medium stuffed dog holding a heart that says 'Love Me'. I pray to God to watch over me and give me guidance before sneaking out of my house. I take my bike and ride away to my best friend's house.

I don't bother knocking on her door. I took out a pen and ripped a blank page from my journal and started writing her a letter. I didn't want to sound too squishy or sentimental so I didn't write a lot. I just told her that I had enough and I'm leaving for the states. I climbed up the lattice that lead up to her window and slipped it through. I tried hard not to cry as I watched her sleep peacefully with her bed in a mess. I couldn't bare to stare any longer without bursting into tears so I kissed the tip of my fingers and planted it on her window.

"Bye, my sweet little girl. I'll see you again soon." I whispered, then climbed back down the lattice. I got back on my bike and biked all the way to the airport.

Luckily, I was able to book a flight right before I left my house and the extra hours that I put into earning the money that I had been saving up really paid off. It was 2 AM in the morning, I already passed the immigration and had around 30 minutes before I had to board the plane. and I spend that time in the waiting area with free wifi, deleting all means of contact and social media. I left my best friend the info of the new profile I'll be creating as soon as I settle down in LA. I save all of my important photos and memories onto my hard drive and did a factory reset on my phone to be safe, but my parents were never really that techy anyway, so I doubt that they'll be able to find me anytime soon.

"Last call for Flight number XXXXXX bound for Los Angeles, California. Please proceed to gate 4." The lady over the intercom announced. I smiled and stood up. As I pass by the trash can, I snap my sim card in two and throw it away. As the announcement repeated, I happily held lachrymose by the hand and made my way to the boarding gate. The stewardesses hastily accommodated me and I sat down and slumped back into the seat.

Oh sorry, I haven't introduced myself, haven't I? My name is Grace, Grace Navarro and I came from Manila, Philippines. I am 22 years old and I just ran away from my parents. I am in my junior year in college, studying to be a Medical Technician. I have dark, brunette, medium-length, wavy hair and side bangs that stop at my cheeks and I wear big, thick rimmed, black glasses. I pop on my head phones and crank up my tunes as I peacefully doze off.

~Time Skip (Grace finally lands in LA after a 16 hour-long flight)~

With headphones still on my ears, I walked passed the people greeting their loved ones. Some were greeted by their partner, others greeted by their family members, others greeted by their friends, it would seem that I was the only one who walked out by myself. I took a deep breath and took my first step out of the airport and officially onto the United States of America. However, the only problem now is where to stay and how to get around quick. I have a sister living here but obviously she isn't an option considering I just ran away from home. But first things first, I have to get to Anaheim then sort it all out there. I get on the public buses then start constructing a ideal plan on how things will be going when I get to Anaheim. Because if I go around hopping from hotel to hotel, I bore through the money that I have and be homeless by the end of next month. Although its hard leaving in this kind of situation, I am absolutely relieved that I'd be able to travel to Vid Con all by myself without anyone weighing me down or holding me back.

(A/N: hey guys, I'm so sorry if I don't do the Markiplier events in chronological order, and sorry if the upload dates on the videos I'm going to mention is random, I'm just gonna reference a few of my favorite videos here. Thanks so much for reading!)