I never wanted things to turn out this way, but thats just how life is. Hearts are meant to be broken and lives are meant to be destroyed. He had done many things to me over time, like calling me a dirty horse and never being able to say those three tiny words. I had forgiven him each time though. I kept going back for more, even though my heart was slowly eroding. Until finally I had though that I had had enough. I truly believed that I should just move on, and forget all that had happened. So thats what I'm doing at this moment, moving on and trying to forget.
I stood in my room with two regular ratty duffel bags that I had bought at a thrift store no more then ten minutes ago. In front of me were drawers and racks and shelves full of expensive and priceless designer clothes. Clothes that had always been a staple in my everyday life, now just being dragged along for memories. Without even pausing to fold the soft silks and smooth cashmere, I threw them in a pile and into the bags. I stuffed all that I could, barely making a dent in the entire picture. I made sure I had the essentials, underwear, bras, socks. I packed my PINK sweats, all 7 pairs, along with my gym clothes. I took only one of my dozens of head bands, two of my dozens of tights, three of my dozens of earrings, four of my dozens of dresses, and five of my hundreds of shoes. I packed only one winter coat and one summer jacket. Only one bathing suit and only one set of silk sheets. My bags were filled to the max. My handbag had my tooth brush, my hair brush, my straightner and curler along with whatever make up I could fit. I was done. With one last look around my now messy room and I was done. I dropped the letter on my bed and left. It read,
"Dear Mom and Cyrus,
Don't be alarmed. I have decided that my life in New York just isn't really worth the pain anymore. I have decided to leave and try to persue a normal life, without all the drama and all the pressure. Please know that I am safe and happy doing this. I will try and write at a later date. I love and shall miss you very much.
Love Blair."
My plane was taking off now. I was sitting not in first or economic class but lower. I was okay with it too. I took out my ipod and drifted out. I was aware when the plane took off and when it hit the turbulence, and then I had finally fallen asleep. When we landed hours later the kindly woman beside me gently shook my shoulder.
"We've landed dearie" She said.
"Thank you" I told her as she turned and got off the plane. I streched quickly and grabbed my bags. I had had to take two carry on's because after stopping to empty my bank account and getting a new nonttracable cell phone and laptop, I had needed more space. I was now in the airport terminals. There were people everywhere. As I looked up to see the sign that welcomed people, I walked straight into someone. Someone with deep dark eyes and gorgeous dark curls. His smile was inviting and slightly arrogant. He looked down at me and smirked.
"Welcome to Sin City" He told me.