prologue
I have just gotten off the airplane after a six hour flight. God, I'm wondering what it’s like to be a person that has to constantly fly. Because this was torture i probably couldn’t even lasted a minute longer. But finally, I am here in LA to hopefully start my career as a writer. Was it hard to say goodbye to Georgia? Maybe but I think that this will be a fun experience, for me at least. But I am kind of sad that I won't be able to see my family for a while. Speaking of my family, they weren’t the happiest when I told them I was moving to California. Especially with dad being sick. “Taxt!“ I yell out trying to find any motive transformation because I am broke. Being someone fresh out of high school I didn't expect how much it would cost to get one plane ticket to LA. Luckily for me a car stops just in time before I decide to walk to my newly bought apartment. “Where are you going?” the taxi driver asked me. “Oh 265 apartment complexes” I put my suitcase down on the seat next to me. “You don’t sound like anybody from around here” he says “oh um, yeah i’m not from around here” kind of weird to ask but ok. It takes about 20 minutes for the driver to get to my apartment complex. I pay him and walk up to my apartment, i open the door and walk in seeing the boxes on the ground. I sigh and sit on the couch trying to take in the new surroundings.
Dammit, I know I should be unpacking, but I just need a minute. I lay down in thought and lay my phone on the ground. Was this a good idea? I don’t know anymore. But then a buzz? “What the fuck” i mumble to myself. Till I saw my phone was buzzing. I pick up my phone to see that it is Maya. Maya is my dad’s hospice nurse, I answer my phone putting it to my ear. “Hey kaitlyn” i her say through the phone “hey maya how is dad doing”. The silence that comes after feels like it goes on for an eternity but then Maya speaks up again. “Kaitlyn, I'm sorry to say this, but your dad passed away this morning”. I pause for a minute hearing the words, “what” . I dropped my phone onto the floor and filling in the air getting thicker each second. “No, no he can’t be dead.”
