It was a brief moment that turned into a horror story and took the two people i loved the most were taken away from me.
It was the memories that cut me deep and it was calling me to start new.
I couldn't stand the longing stares that showed pity for me in my old school.
Every time I stood in my old house there was an overwhelming fear rushing through my veins.
The fear of seeing those memories wash my brain over and over again. Packing my things, my mom's and my fathers belongings and shipped it into a moving trailer.
Checking every box before I left the boxes inside the truck to move to England.
I drove my car to get shipped to England as well before I went to the airport.
Sitting in the plane for hours just going through my dads laptop. My father was a business man he left alot of money for me as well did my mother but I had my own money from my new job also.
Everything didn't matter anymore. My life felt dull and it was painful. The feeling of England felt like a good and bad idea also. But i really hope that things could turn out better than what my life was four months ago.