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.
The pilot announced, We will be landing in New York in fifteen minutes.
