I am one-hundred-percent, without a doubt in my mind, crazy.

Actually, I don't even think crazy is the right word to even begin to describe what I'm doing right now, but in the blurry haze of forcing myself to stay up all night and get through the crowds in this airport, I can't be bothered to find the proper expression.

I groan, reminding myself that oh jeez, oh boy, I'm in an airport at eleven at night, clutching the arms of my backpack so tightly my knuckles are turning white.

It never occured to me that an airport would be this crowded at night. Even though it's pitch black outside, this place is bustling with people trying to reach their flights. I wonder if other people just come in here to hang out; buy a cup of coffee and just watch the planes go for a few hours. I don't know anyone who'd actually like to spend all their freetime in an airport buying overpriced food and drink, but to each their own, I guess.

I lean back in my chair, reliving the past few hours.

At eight o'clock, I found myself in my room sobbing my eyes out. There was an empty feeling in my entire body as I laid sprawled out on my bed, the own sounds of my misery disgusting me.

At nine o'clock, I had calmed down just enough to look for the next plane out of town. Not for a permanent move, just some time away for myself away from everyone I know. They'd probably panic because I left without a word, but I'd be back.

Every vacation spot I had looked at was unbelievably expensive, nothing I could afford with the salary of a part time job.

All of them except for one.

At ten o'clock, I was packing my bags with every item of clothing I owned. I wasn't sure how long I'd be on this little getaway of mine, but I'd definitely need enough clothes to last me a week or two. Staying at a hotel for a few weeks was going to drain me of every penny I had, but I knew I had enough to last me until I got back home.

At eleven o'clock, I was racing down the highway with my mind in a fog. I held no regrets for what I was doing. The lights guiding my path blazed by, becoming nothing more than a mere memory of the past.

Cutting everyone off for a couple of days would be fine. There was at least one person who'd understand that I needed the space, and I was sure she was going to love hearing about my little trip once I returned home.

Now, here I am, close to midnight and sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to be announced. I still wonder why the tickets were so cheap, laying in at sixty dollars, but I don't care. I might die in a plane crash because of how cheap they were, but I just can't bring myself to care about much other than getting out of this place for a while.

Maybe I could've gone about it in a better way, but in the state I was in, this is the best I could've done for myself. Besides, maybe an impromptu vacation won't be such a bad thing for me. Gives me a chance to start anew, make myself feel better after all of this…

An announcement makes me leap out of my skin, and I can barely hear it over the amounts of people talking and shouting over each other.

But, I know it's for me. The one thing that's been calling me ever since I booked this flight a few hours ago.

"The Nook Inc. Getaway Package Charter Flight is now boarding. Please make your way towards the terminal."

A/N: I will now not update until March 20th. Thank y'all for the patience, though! Hope you enjoyed this (short) chapter!