Euca

Closer..Closer..I struggled to get away, but fell while turning to escape. Suddenly, he had me...
Dark came. I looked around, sweaty and unable to breathe, my mind bounced back and forth, trying to remember where I was and what was going on. My hands clawed at the bed sheets..Wait! Bed sheets! I was at home. Blindy, I flailed my hand over the bedside for the switch to my lamp. The light filled the room and my eyes fluttered at the sudden change.
I shakily sat up as best I could. My breathing had returned, but it was very heavy, and slightly painful. Still recovering, I slowly stood up, and after regaining balance, walked to the bathroom.
The mirror reflected back an image I could've done without. It showed a girl with blood shot eyes, messy hair, and dried tears streaked down her face. I turned on the faucet and placed my hands under the cool water, then splashed it on my face as well.
Drying off my hands and face, I walked back to my room. The clock read 1:30AM. 'I thought these meds were supposed to prevent nights like this. Trazodone, what a help you've been.' I thought bitterly as I shook two pills out of a presciption bottle and swallowed them.
After swallowing them I, once again, sprawled myself out onto the bed, burying my face in my pillow and cuddling myself underneath my comforter. Slowly, I began to let myself drift off into what should be the serenity of sleep.
When the sun finally decided to show me some mercy and began to rise, I got up and took a shower. Today was the day. I was finally being forced to move back in with my dad. My mom had snapped a few days earlier and told me I had a week to get out. It was him or the streets. (And the streets almost won.)
But, I figured that it would be low maitenence there, because he was married and always pretty loose on what he let me do and rules and such. He didn't know I was a lesbian, and he couldn't find out either, but he wouldn't pay close enough attention to find out anyway.
Ryan pulled up my driveway at 7:30AM to take me to the airport. Ryan has been my best friend since 5th grade.
My mom, step-dad, and step-brothers were already gone for some reason.
"Ready to go?" Ryan asked while loading my two suitcases into his trunk.
"No, but when has that stopped me before?" I chuckled. Laugh it off Euca. Laugh it off.
Ryan and I hopped into his car and began driving. All the way to the airport we listened and sang to Motion City Soundtrack. One of the many loves he and I both shared.
We pulled up to the drop-off point and he unloaded my bags.
"Call me when you get there." He told me while crushing my in a hug. "And Euca..Don't forget me?"
"Never." I said, burying my face into his chest. "I'll call you.." I told him, with a weak smile, as I walked away.
I went through ticketing, baggage checking, and security in a daze. I still couldn't believe I was going to live with him..
Once I got into the main part of the airport, I found a payphone and called my dad's house.
"Hello?" Julie, my step-mom, answered.
"Hey, Julie, it's Euca." I replied.
"Oh, aren't you supposed to be at the airport?"
"I am, I'm just on a payphone." I sighed.
"Ew. Where's your cell phone, hun?" Julie hates payphones.
"My mom took it..but anyway, I'm about to board, so I'll see you in a few hours."
"Have a nice flight!" She yelled as I hung up the phone.