The Plague

Chapter Eighteen Packing

The next day was a blur. All the adults got up at 5:00 in the morning, packing everything. By 11:00, everything was packed and ready to go. I felt numb, like it was a just a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. We shipped our stuff to England, then got in the car, while the whole time I was unresponsive, i blankly stared out the window, memories flooding in. Mom holding my hand, dad having a tea party with me. Matthew picking me up, spinning me around, me giggling. Helping Morgan move into her dorm. Making cookies with my grandma. Hugging grandpa because he got me a cookie at the café. Crying at mummy's grave. Running away, hearing Cole's voice comfort me. Logan snickering at me. Madison's kind words, John's steady hand guiding me to my room. Meeting David. Meeting Michael, and Taylor. Screaming, tears running down my face. Wanting to die. Hoping Mum would get better. Praying for daddy to stay strong. Having nightmares every night. Wishing I had gotten sick, too. Pretending to be okay, but numb inside. Not belonging.
"Avery!" Michael yelled, bringing me back to Earth.
"W-what?" I asked quietly, on the verge of tears.
"We're almost there. Hold on to my or mum's hand, alright? And if you need anything just ask.." Daddy lectured, but I zoned out again.
"Okay Avery?" He asked, and I gave him a puzzled look.
"Sweetie, are you alright?" Mum asked, and I just looked out the window again.
"Just hold my hand and stay close," he sighed, and I have him a curt nod. I'm not sure how long we were in the car, but we arrived at the dreaded airport. I got out of the car, holding dad's hand. The whole time, I was still on the brink of tears. I left everything behind, and forget my past. After all I've been through, that's nearly impossible. We were checked by security, put our luggage down in the elevator belt, and waited for our plane, which was boarding an hour. I snuggled in Michael's arms, crying the whole time. He carried me on the plane, then sat me down. After that, I fell asleep.
-after plane ride-
During the eight hour flight, all I did was sleep, eat, and watch three movies. We boarded the plane around 1:00 pm in America, but in London it was 2:00 am by the time we were in London, even though my body was telling me 9:00pm in America. I'm going to be exhausted by tomorrow, and we have to unpack everything. Michael and dad started building beds together, me and Taylor worked on redecorating my bedroom. Where we are though is an apartment, and it's very big for an apartment, and fancy. When you walked in, there was a hallway with all the bedrooms, the kitchen and dining room to the left, living room to the right. It has three bathrooms, one master bedroom, a Landry room, closet in the hallway, and two other bedrooms. I moved my stuff to my bedroom and bathroom, setting everything up. To be honest, it was a huge apartment, and really fancy. I had my own bathroom, huge bedroom, and the family I've been longing for for months. This bedroom was so much more modern, but I liked it, and I had my own TV as well, and still tons of books. At about six in the morning, everyone was exhausted but unpacking was finished. I pretty much collapsed on my bed, but I slept for five solid hours, then had a nightmare, but I expected that, after how I've been feeling.
I couldn't breathe, my arms were failing in the freezing water. Morgan was a few feet away from me, trying to swim, then another huge wave crashed on us. In the distance, I saw Matt.
"Morgan!" I cried, choking on the salty water, "Matt!"
'Mary?!' Matt yelled, and started swimming vigorously towards me. Matt swam over to me, and I hugged his wet body, crying, clinging onto him.
"M-Morgan's, o-over there," I said, pointing. I didn't see her though.
"She was just there!" I screamed in panic.
'MORGAN!' Matt bellowed, and we heard a soft yell from the distance.
'Hold on, okay?' Matt asked, an I nodded, holding onto his torso, hopping on his back. Thank god he's athletic. We managed to swim quite a while, then saw a head pop out after another wave. It was Morgan, very weary and battered by the waves. I got off Matt's back, and Morgan hopped on and I gripped his arm.
'I saw a small island over there,' Morgan said, pointing west. Matt started swimming, so did I. It wasn't long before another monstrous wave crashed into us, and I lost grip of Matt. I was slammed under the water, probably about five feet. I swam up, gasping for air, and got salt water instead. My head came up, and I was exhausted from fighting the waves, and dizzy from lack of oxygen. I screamed, loudly so they could hear me. I didn't see either of them. Everything became black.