HI everyone!
Another update! Yay!
Sorry it took me awhile. It was really busy and I didn't have much free time on my weekends.
Now, some of my distractions are going away but new ones are appearing.
Just read the A/N if you need reasons.
I am creating a playlist for this story, if you have any songs that would fit with what this story is about, tell me.
And I know their were some kinks in the actuality of this story, but again, its a fanfiction.
It will get more real after Volterra.
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Sorry for typeos
An idle mind is the devil's playground
Bella POV
We had been flying for about an hour now. I had been trying to fall asleep, but was unsuccessful. Every time I tried to close my eyes I would see his face and my eyes would shoot open again. It did not help much that the pilot, who's name just happened to be the same as his, kept on coming over the intercom every two seconds.
I settled on staring out the window, looking at the night sky passing us by. This was the first time since the incident happened that I actually had time to think. Before I was too nervous and anxious to think about the whole situation, now that I was stuck on an airplane and the adrenaline rush had gone away, my head was much more clear.
I replayed the moment over and over again in my head. It caused a stinging pain to shoot through many places in my body. How could he do this to me? He said he loved me and he just left? Did he think that I could just go back to normal? Did he really believe that time would erase the wounds he gave me? All of these thoughts were racing through my head and overwhelming me. My eyes were blurry and my throat was searing. His face kept appearing in my mind. The faces of his family kept appearing in my mind. I could understand how he could leave, but Alice too?
Alice was my best friend. I couldn't understand how she could leave with Edward too. I guess she didn't want to look after me either. I was too much of a burden for any of them to want to deal with.
Thinking of any of them was killing me. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped out of my seat and swiftly made my way to the bathroom that was in the back of the plane. I slammed the door to the bathroom shut and started sobbing uncontrollably. Everything that I was trying to ignore and runaway from caught up with me. It felt like my world was falling apart. I cried so much that I eventually vomited. After washing my mouth out with water from the sink and trying to conceal my red and puffy eyes, I left the bathroom. Most of the people on the plane were asleep so I don't think that they heard the bathroom fiasco that just occurred.
When I reached my seat I sunk down into the chair again. My muscles were sore and I was exhausted from all of the crying and traveling. I soon fell asleep and was assailed by my dreams.
I was in the forest kneeling in a clearing surrounded by trees. There was a chill wind and I had an uneasy feeling. I could see two figures moving in the distance, it looked like a mountain lion and a deer. I hesitantly started moving towards the animals. The deer was unaware of the mountain lion stealthily approaching it. The mountain lion had a fierce look on its face and was surveying its prey. The lion got into a crouch, and then sprung itself on the innocent animal. Right before the lion was about to strike, the dear turned its head and I could see the expression on its face. The deer knew all along that the lion was there, but it also knew that it couldn't run or fight. This was a fate it couldn't escape. The lion was soon upon the deer and I turned away from the gruesome sight.
I woke up to see the sun just beginning to spread its warmth across the sky. Their was a layer of perspiration that was dripping down my face and torso. The dream that I had was starting to fade but I could still see the look in the eyes of the deer. How disturbing. I looked around the plane to see most of the passengers awake and the flight attendant strolling down the isle with her refreshment cart.
"Coffee?" The flight attendant asked perkily.
"Yes," I said curtly. I saw the flight attendant look at me like I was the plague and I realized that I probably looked like a wreck. "Please," I added in a sweeter tone.
She quickly poured the coffee and moved on to the next person. From what I could tell, there was about and hour left in the flight and I was anxious to get off and move onto my connection heading to Italy. Once I was on that plane to Italy, that meant I was free from the states, and I couldn't be stopped by anyone.
For the rest of the flight, I tried not to think of anything important. I didn't listen to any music, I didn't watch any of the programs they had on the little TV they had in the headrests, all of that would have reminded me of him. I went through the Sky Mall magazine, thinking how absurd most of the products were. There was a product called the Diet Cookie. Supposedly you ate this cookie and it made you skinny. Who would actually believe that garbage?
Just when I thought I was getting away from thinking about him, our pilot, Edward, came over the speaker. "Just to let everyone know, we will be landing in New York in 15 minutes. It is a cool 46ºF and overcast skies. We are arriving 20 minutes late so I would ask you to let anyone with a connecting flight off of the plane first, and then you may leave. Thank you for flying Jet Blue. Have a great trip."
This is good, now I won't have to wait for my flight, which gives me less idle time.
The plane started its decline towards New York and I started to get extremely anxious for the plane to land. Once I felt the planes wheels touch the ground my nerves went haywire and it felt like I was vibrating.
"Hi folks. One more brief announcement," our pilot said over the intercom. "This message is for those connecting to an international flight. Since we are running late, we need to make a few changes so you get to your flight on time. You will now need to go down the escalator towards the baggage claim but take a right when you get off. There is a few staff members that will get our baggage threw customs right away."
We quickly pulled up to our gate since we were twenty minutes late and I stood up. My body felt stiff all over from sitting for such a long period of time. I got my duffel out of the overhead bin and slung it over my shoulder. As soon as the doors were open, I was zooming down the isle and out of the airplane, not even acknowledging the staff waiting at the door to say goodbye.
I maneuvered my way through the airport, trying to follow the signs that directed you to the baggage claim. After finding my way to the escalator and going down to the lower level of the airport, I saw a rope line and a sign saying International Security Check. I figured that was where I was supposed to be and made my way through the line. I was the first to arrive there, so I did not have to wait at all. I went trough the metal detectors and had my bag checked. I was soon on my way up another set of stairs to my gate.
Then a voice came over the speaker system. "Final boarding call for flight 512, headed for Volterra, Italy. Final boarding call."
Once I registered that the flight they had just said was my flight, I started sprinting to my gate. I rushed up a flight of stairs and down three different corridors -- tripping continuously along the way -- but I saw my gate up ahead and speed up to the point where I couldn't go any faster if I tried.
"Wait!" I screamed at the flight attendant shutting the door to the plane I was supposed to be on. "I'm here."
The lady stopped and moved away from the door. "Ticket, please?" she asked in an overly cheery voice.
I grabbed the ticket out of the side pocket in my duffel bag. She checked it quickly and gave it back to me. I rushed through the little retractable hallway that lead down to the plane and found my seat on the now stuffy and quite a bit smaller plane. I was set towards the back again but this time I saw there was someone sitting next to me. It was a little girl with long brown hair, a cute button nose, brown eyes, and a very worn down stuffed rabbit. She turned to look at her and I gave her a weak smile. When she saw I was going to be sitting next to her she smiled the biggest smile her face was allowed and a twinkle appeared in her eye.
"Hi," she said in a tinkling voice. "My name is Ally. What's yours?"
A/N: So, what did you think? The story with security, the final boarding call, and the diet cookie are all real. I swear. I have done a lot of traveling in the past year and all of those things happened to me. Except for the pilot named Edward. His name might have been Edward but I can't remember. Leave your reviews and ideas for songs. Don't forget. Oh, and sorry for the short chapters. When I write them it takes forever, so to me it seems like they are longer then they actually are. And for those who have read both my stories, you have probably noticed I am in to writing dream sequences lately. Sorry, this dream is not as good as my last one, but I didn't want to use people in this one. Experimenting.
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