Cady Heron (differentcolor) wrote in tell_a_tale, @ 2008-03-31 03:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | autumn harding, player: lindsay |
Who: Autumn Harding [Horse of a Different Color]
What: A narrative that shows every single flaw that she has Being told she can't go to Italy
When: Monday, March 31st. Midday
Where: O' Hare International Airport
Rating: I for Irrationality
Status: Complete Narrative
Italy.
Rome, to be exact. It sounded like the perfect place to go.
Autumn, if it wasn't blatantly obvious already, was clearly the overemotional, irrational type of girl. Being in the situation that she was in with her boyfriend, or rather, the man she loved, because really? The monogamy statements they had made were only half-assed. Not to degrade it and make it seem like it was nothing, because it definitely was something to her. Autumn had told him she loved him, and he hadn't exactly been scared off by it. She told him that she didn't want to be with anyone else, and that she didn't intend to be. He had made it more than crystal clear that that he didn't want her to be with any other man. Key point? Never once did him ever being "faithful" to her ever get mentioned. It was left wide open. She knew there were feelings there. To her, they were becoming more and more obvious. And she trusted him.
The thing was, did he trust her? That was something that had bothered her since the last time they'd spoken. You can't have a relationship without trust. Without trust? She didn't think there could be any love. She trusted him, which meant that she genuinely loved him. The only way she felt she could know he loved her would be to gain his trust. Or, if she already had done so, to know she had done so.
She had been doing a good job at sticking things out. For her, at least. She'd be happy one day, miss him terribly the next, and get frustrated that day after that, but it always passed. Sometimes in an hour, sometimes she had to sleep on it. But it passed. Yes, in the past, when it got to be too much, she overworked herself on purpose, but at least she was working. And she hadn't done such a thing until Los Angeles. Valentine's Day.
This time? Autumn just snapped.
Rylee was pissed at her, and still hadn't spoken to her since Easter. She loved Rylee like a sister. Ergo, Shane was like a brother to her, and she loved him as such as well. She wasn't going to not try and calm him down if he reached out for her help. And in the process? She'd ignored Rylee. She felt like a terrible friend. And as if that wasn't enough? She had been so self-absorbed in her own worries about the Collins' that she had failed to see Dari's journal entries in regards to her sister, Ty's cousin, being in the hospital. And when Dari came over with Jeremy that day, she'd learned the gist of what had been said to Dari. That Leila had refused to see her. Yeah, Autumn felt like such a redeemable person after that.
And the icing on the cake? Ty was ignoring her. She'd tried calling him, but no luck. She never left a single voice message, but she knew that he knew she'd called. She hadn't heard hide nor hair from him. And as much as she knew she should be understanding, that he was going through a rough time, she couldn't help how she felt. Knowing that she shouldn't feel this way, that she was being utterly selfish, made it so much worse. She was angry, and hurt. The only way she felt that she could completely rid herself of the people causing her pain, and to stop herself from causing them pain in return, was to completely remove herself from them. And Autumn, being the irrational person that she was, thought there was no better way to achieve that goal than to go out of the country, not answer her phone, and stay away from the journals. She couldn't seem to say anything right over those things anymore. Her mind was telling her that no one would miss her, which gave her yet another pang of guilt. Hayley'd said she would miss her. She should be enough. But Hayley had known as well as Autumn did that it wasn't the same. Autumn hadn't needed to hear Hayley say that, as much as it was appreciated, and as much as she would miss Hayley as well.
So...
Here she was. Suitcases packed to the brim and getting bustled around in the trunk of the cab she was riding in. Her blue eyes stared out the window, her head leaning against the cold glass as she watched the scenery and other cars fly by. She was so deep in thought that she hardly noticed she was at the airport until the cab came to a stop. She let herself out, then walked around to the trunk of the cab. The cab driver had gone to get her a cart to wheel her luggage in with. "I was going to do that." Just what she needed. Someone else who thought she couldn't handle things on her own. Once the luggage was secured on the cart, she paid the cabbie and started for the sliding glass doors. There were a few members of the paparazzi out, and she didn't even look up as they snapped pictures of her.
Once inside, she went directly to the ticket area of the airline she was flying. She handed over her driver's license and passport, like the women on the other side of the counter had asked. She confirmed Autumn's reservation, but upon further punching things into the computer, gave a funny look. She punched in some more things, and looked back up at Autumn. "I'm sorry, but it's saying your passport isn't being processed, Miss Harding."
Autumn looked over at the woman quizzically. "What? I'm sure there must be some mistake."
The woman shook her blonde head. "I put it in twice. It's been stopped."
"Stopped? How is that even possible?" She pointed to the passport. "How could I have gone all those places? And I know it's not expired." She wasn't trying to give the woman a hard time. She was just doing her job. Autumn just really wanted to get on the flight. How could her passport just not work?
The lady looked up at Autumn. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. It must have been recent."
Autumn sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Who can I talk to about this?" She took her passport back, and the woman kindly directed her to who the correct person to talk to was.
After finding said individual, and learning that there was no way she would be getting on any flights out of the country, Autumn was pissed. She managed to kindly thank the superior through pained grimaces and gritted teeth, and stalked out of the airport. She grabbed her cell phone, and called the cab service again.
10 minutes later, she was on her way back home. And once there, she slammed her suitcases against the wall, knocking over a vase that was sitting on a side table. She kicked it when it flew in her path as she stalked over to her curtains to close them. She locked every door and every window, and closed all her curtains and shades.
Fine. If she couldn't get away from all this by going out of the country, then she was going to seclude herself at home. No cell phone. In fact...
She grabbed the thing out of her purse, and threw it against the wall. It didn't break, but it just made her feel better. And that computer... She wasn't going to throw it, but she wasn't going to touch it if she didn't have to. She wasn't going to have any contact with anyone, and they weren't going to be able to get a hold of her either.
...It was only a matter of time before someone started to worry about her.
Right?