21. New York City

Anastasia...

"Stasia, we are here," I heard him call from outside the door.

Ever since King left the room, I have been seated on the floor, thinking about how fucked up my life was. They gave me space to think and to try to understand what was going on.

I stood up from the floor before walking over and opening the door. King was hovering under the door frame like the tall human he was.

He gave me a look of pity and I scowled at him. I didn't like it when people pitied me, it made me feel weaker than I thought I already was.

He sighed aloud before ushering me out to exit the plane. We walked, with him following behind me. The rest of the gang was waiting outside for us.

The air smelt of rain and the cold breeze was refreshing. Luckily, I was in baggy scrubs that provided warmth. I climbed down the steps, the whole gang looking at me with sad faces.

They knew and there wasn't anything I could do.