Chapter 2

I lay down on the ground,in the middle of the room looking around the room with the bags and pizza boxes laying around everywhere on the ground. I check the clock on my phone’s watch it was 1 pm.

“pm…1……0+1……my flight is in 3 hours.” My mind screamed out that later turned into actual verbal scream.

My friends had really convinced me to waste the night away. I took a double take on my phone to see that I had a good three missed calls from ‘t.d.i’ a.k.a the devil incarnate a.k.a my older sister.

I looked around the room and saw Charlie and Raquelle all cuddled up with Charlie being the little spoon. Considering how tall he was it always baffled me with how much he enjoyed being the little spoon. But despite practically almost missing my flight I had to make sure that I took a quick picture of them looking all cute. Platonic soulmate relationships were definitely waaaay easier to navigate compared to whatever crisis I was going through at that moment.

I took my suitcase and took out a piece of paper to writ them a nice letter.And the entire time I was writing it with tears on the edge of my eyes, all I could think is that it would have been easier to just send them a text but a letter is much more memorable so it would be worth it. I left it on the table and running down the staircase with my incredibly heavy suitcase I called a cab which are much faster than other car share apps, I’m talking about you lyft, 25 mins wait times just ain’t it. I was so glad that i lived in a city where taxis pass by every single second because people still like acting like we live in 19th century new York.

“Where are you going?”The driver asked me with the typical low husked voice.

“Airport.”I said throwing my suitcase to the back.

I hopped into the back seat and looked up to the rear view mirror waiting for him to go.

He remained quiet without saying a word and I looked at him for a moment.

“What’s wrong? Airport, Aeroport, I said in french as if it would change anything, I had to make sure I was getting all from my french classes after all.

“Where’s the airport?”he asked me with a blank expression.

“Dude you are literally a cab driver , don’t people go to the airport all the time.”

“There’s a reason we have GPS in our car.”

“I can direct you.”

“I would prefer if you gave me the address ma’am.”

“Oh god,” I said throwing my purse to the side and rummaging through my bag to get my phone and finding it in the whole mess of things.

I typed the airport and said the address back to him.

“Oh I was just at that address this morning”He said pulling the shift into gear.

“So you know the address….you know what nevermind.” I said not in the mood to get into a random situation in the morning.

Our eyes would meet time to time and I could feel my inner tiger attacking a kitten inside of him and I felt satisfied and elated when his eyes going back to the steering wheel every time I did this.

The entire flight from the place i stayed o back home was a mere two hours but from the moment I stepped in the plane it felt like it was a whole hell. You know the way you pre-game before going out, well my anxiety was pre gaming through anxiety before we reached the destination. For those who have or have not experienced anxiety( its can be different from everyone) like you would be sitting there just being cool and chilled and all of a sudden the air is poisonous your body is failing you and your thoughts are crashing and fighting with one another for a good three or so hours in your mind. This can happen for only three minutes but it feels like a whole hour. Then your heart starts racing and raging through your ears and then the air just gets thinner and thinner and the worst part of having anxiety is acting as if you’re perfectly fine to those around you.Literally had to pretend the entire flight that the guy snoring next time was not triggering me more.

I know its not necessary to act good to those around you but I remembered a time when I was in high school and then I got a whole anxiety attack and and then the worst part is when people surround themselves around you and ask you what is wrong and you know what the answer is….

“I don’t know.” But you know they can’t understand that its possible to have an anxiety attack and you also don’t know what’s wrong with your body, because we are just born that way.We are just born slightly dysfunctional, not enough to be thrown into a mental facility but enough to make life seem almost unbearable.

So back from that depressing episode of recounting my trauma and chemical imbalances, when I reached the home airport I saw a sign board with my name on it with a subtitle. It was clear the levels of extraness were increasing in my sister’s blood and by sheer unluckiness I was on the reeving end of it.

“don’t you dare ignore my phone calls again.”it said with a few too many exclamation marks.

Oh my TDI oh so much I love thee.

I go to my sister and smile at her.

“Missed me.”I say locking her in the tightest hug she has ever had.

“Not at all.” She says hugging me into a warm hug almost crushing all the bones in my body that was much tighter than mine. its true siblings can only show their love for each other with pain.

“I guess you wanted to kill me before I get home.”

She lets go of me and give me a kiss on the cheek and an old nice couple looks at us.

“Oh the youth of nowadays this is so sweet, how long have you two been together.”

“Since I was born.” I say with a flat tone.

“She’s my tiny bothersome and rudely sarcastic sister.”

You can’t be rudely sarcastic can you? I thought.

“well i guess some cultures are different.”

I shot them a look of disapproval, never thought there would be a day in my life when two people would look at me and conclude incest.

“Oh don’t act as if you’re generation wasn’t sleeping around and marrying their cousins.”I said.

My sister grabbed my mouth.

“She’s still growing.” She said as the old couple walked away in disgust.

“Lucy!”

I laughed.

“You know they’re probably racists right?”

“Not everything is about race, I don’t know what that internet is doing to you.” She said grabbing my bag and placing them into her old van.

“They’re just old. ” she said closing the boot,”But they do look very alike.” she continued

“C’mon on y va or whatever you say in your french language.”

“You’re repeating yourself again, its like saying chai tea, its either on y va or C’mon let’s go”

“I don’t care.”She said getting in the driver’s seat.