Now

Such a simple three letter word yet when it came to me I knew, I just knew, I was to begin writing again. I had stopped for a while, I wont lie I had began to get bored of the nothingness that was becoming of the words the flowed out of my mind and onto the page, but that three letter word reminded me not to stop, to never stop. So yet again I'm writing my spiels and having a marvellous time. And I would just like to add a bit of my assignment I went to hand in today. It's two paragraphs that I came up with from their first sentence. So without further ado, my paragraphs:

"Prepare for take-off" I heard the captain say, but my mind was a million miles away. The letter in my hands felt like it weighed a ton and the bag above my head, filled with many others much the same, felt like it could land on my head any minute. It was two days ago when I had gotten the news of my dad's death. It had been on the front page on the newspaper. There had been no call, no text message, not even an email, just a one way flight ticket that had somehow ended up on my bed when I had gotten home that day. 

Now, sitting on the plane, the heaviness of all the letters my dad had sent me began to burden my shoulders. All unopened, except this one, the last one I would ever receive. I had cracked the seal of the envelope open hours before the flight, not that anyone would notice as I had perfectly resealed it again with ease. I didn't want to read it, but I had. I wanted to forget what the words had said, but I couldn't. I shouldn't have run away, but I did. And I knew you couldn't change the past because trust me, I had tried that one a million times. I let my head fall onto my hands let the world fade into the distance as I let my feeling slide down my cheek. 

"What have I done?" I whispered into the air and if the person beside me noticed, they thankfully chose not to comment.

(c) Brooke Ela