Cady Heron (differentcolor) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2008-02-13 04:42:00 |
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Who: Autumn Harding
What: An accident while surfing.
Where: A beach in California
When: Wed., Feb. 13th, 7:30-8am-ish
Rating: PG-13? It's not that graphic.
Status: Complete Narrative.
The thirteenth. The day before Valentine's Day, a day either loved, feared, or hated. Autumn usually didn't mind the holiday. But this year? Things had changed. She hated it. So much. So far she had stuck to what she had promised herself. ...Actually, to be technical, she was only adhering to one promise. The promise that she would stay as far away from Illinois, let alone Chicago, as she possibly could. And right now, she was sitting on the beach, watching the sun make the transition from dawn to full on day.
As she was sitting in the sand, watching the gorgeous scenery ahead of her, she was breaking her other promise to herself. The one where she told herself that she wasn't going to let her relationship, for lack of a better word, with Ty, keeping popping in to her head. She was never one to hide her feelings. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and he couldn't be more opposite. Truthfully, that was part of what made her fall in love with him. Right now? Right now, she hated it. She hated so many things at the moment, and it was affecting her thoughts, and she hadn't been able to concentrate on much else. She had told herself, as well as his cousin, that it wasn't about what he said. One had to concentrate on what he did, and let's face it. Ty had gone above and beyond what anyone would consider being "just friends". But Autumn, as optimistic as she strived to be, couldn't, and wouldn't, get her hopes up. Several months had passed since she'd met the man, and she could be reading him all wrong. Her heart wanted to believe she was right about him. Her head didn't.
She traced little circles and doodles in the sand as she waited for the wind to pick up, like the forecast said it would. It was about 60 degrees outside, which was warm enough for her. She had on her full wetsuit, which would shield her from some of the chill of the water. After about 30 minutes, when she felt it had picked up enough, and the waves looked nice and inviting, she stood up and walked to the water. Once she was in it, it was better to be in it than out, because the cold definitely hit her with that wind combined with wetness. She paddled out a ways, holding on to her board and using it to bob up and down with the waves. And then came the waiting, naturally. A few minutes, and she found herself pleased with a couple of waves.
Her lack of concentration and sleep was something that she shouldn't have been surfing with. All this stressing out she was doing over Ty was losing her sleep. So much that she had missed that photoshoot last week, something that was very uncharacteristic of her. Luckily, she was able to reschedule it for yesterday, and that had definitely helped her have a reason to be there, in California.
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After a few rides, she paddled back out again, the waves getting higher with the wind. She was bound to get some great rides now. One particular caught her eye, and she quickly slid stomach down on the board and paddled her arms to catch it. She felt the wave catch underneath her, and she quickly popped herself up to standing.
This wave was proving to actually be a little too big for her, but she hadn't found that out quite yet. Not until she bobbled on the board, slipped, and fell. Her nose caught the force of the board coming up from beneath her. She felt, and heard something crack. But she didn't have time to concentrate on that, because soon, she was underwater, and being tossed about violently in the force of the undertow and the wave. Her arms went in front of her to stop herself from hitting the sandy bottom. And although it saved her neck, it didn't save her wrist. Her left hand hit bottom first, but her body kept going. Her wrist bent in an ungodly manner, and she instantly felt a jolt of pain in her entire arm. She hit her head on the bottom, but it didn't knock her out. She was able to quickly regain composure after being so violentlt throw and getting dazed, and get to her feet, now in shallow enough water that she could stand. Holding her left wrist against her stomach, she slowly got completely out of the treacherous waters.
She tried moving her wrist, but it hurt way too much. The pain was enough to make her want to pass out. Blood was coming out of her nose, but she didn't dare touch it.
Fuck. She needed to go to the hospital. ... How the hell was she going to get the Harley there, was all she could think.