Caroline Forbes (agelessbeauty) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-06-07 16:28:00 |
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Who: Caroline
Where: the Mikaelson place and then the airport
When: today
What: teetering on the edge
Status: complete
Caroline was annoyed with pretty much everyone. She wanted to tell each and every single one of them to shove their belief that she needed to take a break right up their ass but had a feeling that would only prove them all right. Yelling about it wouldn’t help, being annoyed at everyone really wasn’t helping either, but it was a lot easier to focus on her anger, to hold onto it, almost cling to it instead of paying attention to the fact that she was slowly unraveling.
It’d been longer than the month and a half they were talking about. Truly she’d been going pretty much non-stop since she’d come back from the dead but the projects she kept on giving herself from a Thanksgiving family dinner to books at the Vatican to trying to find a way to bring Rebekah back to the ball to the wedding, each of them had helped her to keep on going. Because Caroline knew that if she allowed herself that break they all seemed to want her to take she would fall apart and she really didn’t want to fall apart.
Caroline would always prefer to keep on moving, keep on planning, making her plans become a reality instead of stopping to deal with her own issues. It was how she kept hold of her control, how she was able to be the vampire that she was and she was terrified of what would happen if that control slipped. She didn’t think she’d become a ripper. Yes, she enjoyed blood from the vein but it didn’t turn her into what Stefan became. She’d shown that to herself more than once when out with Klaus for feeding. But she worried what would happen, what she might do, and didn’t really want to find out.
And the fact that everyone else got to go out and do things, got to still help, while she kept being told to take a break, that she needed a rest was getting on her last nerve. Her already heightened emotions were spinning out of control, rising to a level she hadn’t dealt with since she’d first turned and not even Stefan’s little breathing trick was slowing them down.
Her responses to Klaus and Damon on Damon’s post had been what finally pushed her over the edge. She shoved clothes into a suitcase, got her passport, took some money, sent off a quick text to the select few people she bothered to let know she was leaving, and headed out of the door and the hell away from Lawrence. She left the phone behind on the bed, left it all behind and headed to the airport, not really caring who’s car she’d taken. They could pick it up from long term parking if they really wanted it.
Two hours later and she was on a flight to Australia, enjoying some vodka to stave off her cravings.
She’d take her break. Maybe she’d take it long enough that she wouldn’t bother to come back. Even if the thought of that made her feel sick. But oh well. She wasn’t thinking about any of it, downing another shot of vodka as she settled into the seat, hating the world.