You Want It, You Got It.

Chapter 2

Walking Dead

"Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for take-off."

It was like I had forgotten how to breath, luckily I wasnt as bad as the woman sitting next to me. She had her hair pinned up in a neat bun, wearing sweats and a large t-shirt, she was breathing heavily, while her hands were clenched tightly around the armrests, and her feet planted firmly on the ground. I tried to ask her if she was alright, her responce was a distracted moaning noise and a panicked facial expression. I turned my attentions elsewhere.

The plane finally got off the ground and the women finally calmed down. Without a word she got up, looked annoyed and asked the flight attendant if she could change seats. It was then that I realized I had been holding onto her hand quite tightly. I felt releaved when she left and asked the flight attendant for a drink. I took a sip and opened the journal.

June 14,

Journal, it is times like these when I feel like no one is listening to me! I went today to my boss and said, "Mr. Randsom, I have worked here for 10 years and gotten no reward for it! I deserve a raise!" instead he told me to collect my things and that I was not to enter the building again. Journal, I had not asked to be fired! That was not my intention at all! Now here I am packing my things into boxes and preparing to move back in with London, after all I can not affored my own place and-

I fell asleep at this point and was awakened by the same dream. This time there was a slight change, instead of beetles, they were little hornets and they flew away while one came and stung me on the nose. Then the car, then a glimps of the driver, onto my awakening. Just in time to hear that we would be landing shortly. Here I was, across the ocean from my home, my family, everything I knew. Only to return a locket, hopefully this time I would find out the truth about it.