Adopted

Chapter 1: Travels

Magnus's perspective:

I'm flying to NYC.

Our flight continuously got delayed. I was traveling with Kravitz, she offered to transport me in place of an attendant. Now, originally, someone was going to drive me. That's ridiculous, right? Traveling all the way across the country by car.

So we're flying, now. Originally, the flight was going to be from 9:00pm to 5:00am.

A/N: I dunno how long a flight from Texas (for some reason that's where I think Los Volmos is) to NYC is. Lmao.

It was delayed to midnight until eight in the morning.

Kravitz and I sat down after placing our things where they belong.

I remember New York very faintly.

It's a beautiful city, don't get me wrong, but...

It's a little suspicious that my new parent lives in New York. That's where my old parents live..

I was so lost in thought, but I was snapped out when we began moving. Shit... I was in the beginning stages of freaking out. I think this is called Acrophobia. I whimpered, quiet enough for not even Kravitz to hear me.

Kravitz looked at me as we sped up to lift off. She could tell I was freaking out.

"Hey, you okay? You can hold my hand if you're scared."

I nearly slammed my hand onto hers and clenched it tight.

I wasn't brought to Los Volmos by plane. Emily and I stole train tickets. We traveled by train. I'd never been on a plane. And yet, it was no different than flying on Nillious, right? So why am I so scared?

I got so scared when we tilted to turn. This is how it used to be with Nillious, before his wings were membranes or webs or whatever they're called. Why am I freaking out?

What's wrong with me..?

I tried to open the windows. When they were open, I tried to stare at the lights from the cities to distract myself. It didn't help. I tried to listen to music. That didn't help either. It was terrifying.

Later, I found out what it was.

I thought long and hard about it.

I hated not being in control. I hated the unknown, the unexpected, the unpredictable. This is all that the flight is. Unpredictable. Uncontrollable by me, who is only a mere passenger.

I was terrified. I sure hoped this flight was worth it. If not, I might need to do it again. And that's not something I wanted.

This flight...

This flight was 8 hours of absolute terror. I couldn't expect anything too precise and I hated it. I especially hated takeoff and landing. Those were the worst. Those were the moments I felt most in potential danger.

I've acquired new knowledge. After looking it up, I found that it's not acrophobia, (fear of heights) but rather...

Agoraphobia, fear of the unknown.

When we landed, Kravitz and I got off, and walked to get to the car she rented.

"So? How was that? Was that really that bad?"

"Yes."

"Oh, my. Okay, well, are you feeling nauseous?"

"Just exhausted to the point of insanity. I got absolutely no sleep during the eight hours we were on the plane. And no sleep before that."

"Alright. Well, hopefully you'll be able to get some sleep in the car."

"No way. I am not getting any sleep at all. And that's not because I don't want to, because I'm desperate for even a minute of sleep, it's just that I physically cannot."

"Oh, I see."

We drove into the city on rental car. And...

We drove up to an apartment building...

I recognized it.

And quite frankly, I was terrified.

It was the same apartment building that my parents lived in with Emily and me.