June Seventh

<p>Sitting on the airplane going over all of the events that had occurred in the last few months was extremely disheartening. My life was deteriorating. I was getting ready to get off this flight and move back in with my vindictive mother. The flight lasted two hours and twenty-five minutes and I was in agony. I was physically mentally and emotionally exhausted. I hadn't slept in months because I didn't want to relive my traumatic experience. My beautiful bright brown eyes were lackluster. I wanted to have a breakdown on the plane but I didn't want the man sitting next to me to think I was demented.</p><p>The pilot announced We will be landing in New York in fifteen minutes.</p>