My New Life

Kallie Pov

Death. Its a hard subject to speak about isn't it? Most people try to push away the idea of it before their thoughts become too dark. But for me death is a topic that comes easy. The way you can die is infine. Someone stabs you untill you look like honeycomb. Or they can kill you slowly.

Like pulling out your nails while your awake. And beating you like a punching bag. Then they can starve you. Whip you. Then after the long time of torture you die in your sleep and never go back.

Death can come at an instant. Like a car crash. One minutes you are driving home talking to your husband laughing about a joke you just had or a funny memory. The next you are the middle of a car sandwhich and your car blows up without you being able to say goodbye.

My parents just left the earth like that a week and two days ago. Out of no where they become a dead pile of metal, glass and human. I had no goodbye. No proper nothing.

All I got was a funeral. A funeral where I was told because of my lack of human emotion I will have no where to go. Not one person who went to there funeral wanted to at least have me for 3 more years. I can't blame them.

I have no space for humans. My only friend is a 45 year old woman who is wanted in 3 different countries. I mean, she means well just she got fucked by her late husband.

So enough of that topic before you leave the story without the proper idea of what this is gonna be about. Right now I am at the airport. Why you ask? Because less than two days ago my Uncle Frank Ireo called me and said i can stay with him.

Now I have nothing against the fact that he is married to his wonderful husband Gerard Way but I DO have something against their son. Sky. He isnt the most...well...to be blunt with you he is very up his own ass. He is the classic "emo" kid. He lockes himself in his room all day. Untill HE wants to. He never says hi to anyone. He is constantly on his phone so he won't even notice I am living there too.

So sorry for being off topic, I am waiting at the front desk waiting for the woman there to even notice I am here. What seems like an meliuim she turns her head to be shocked I am waiting there. I am lucky because once he called a truck cam to take my stuff over there. So all I have is a small carry on.

She looked at me with discust and looked at me up and down. I am wearing pair of grey like skinnies and a sleeping with sirens shirt with a black and blue hoodie. I rollled my eyes and she finally stopped staring. "Hello how my I help you?" "Well I need my ticket for flight 182." "Ok name?" "Kallie Jacobson." "Ok."

She printed out my ticket and slid it across the desk so she wouldnt have to touch me. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the ticket by but before I walked off I flipped her off. She stood there in shock as I took off to my plane.

I sat down and took out my earphone and mp3 player, just before I shut out the whole world by by blasting Blessthefall a woman with a fimlar thick russian accent ask me if she could sit next to me. Being natural bitch I am I look at her for one second before smiling ear to ear.

"Helena!" "Kallie!" Helena is the name of the only friend I have. What puzzles me is how she got the same flight I did and got here without being arrested. She sat me down and sat next to me.

"How did you even get on here?" "Well, I am going back to russia to hide with a few friends. I can't stay in Reno without my best friend." I smiled. "But-" "You will be able to text, call and skype me whenever you want. Even if its 4 am overthere." "Ok." She hugged me and got comfortable.

"Listen to music Kallie. This is gonna be a long flight."

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