Another Inside

Author's Note: Here wa have another work in progress. I found it just last week while looking through my things, and felt it had a good basis to it to start working on once more. I have an idea where the plot is going, but you never know ;). I'm open to taking suggestions if you have any. Be aware, there may be a few parts that you might not fully understand, reason being this is the only part of the story that I have right now. Now that I've found it though, be assured there will be more to come on this one! Thanks for reading!



Never fails. Never. It always happens that I can’t make it on time or that I can’t make it at all…Christ, I need a fairy godmother or something.
Talking to yourself again?
Yeah, you betcha. A regular occurrence, really. Shouldn’t be too big a surprise. Scared yet?
Just do yourself a favor and get your ass on that plane!
How about I do myself a bigger favor and I just sit around twiddling my thumbs?
Were you born a smart-ass?
Nah, it just comes out of hard practice.
You are the hardest person to cooperate with anything!
And this surprises you?
Look, just quit talking and start walking.
You know what? I’m tired of walking. I’m tired of taking the easy way out every time something doesn’t go the way it was supposed to. Can’t I just stay here and suck it up? Learn to deal with my mistakes?
Oh, if only it were that easy.
And it’s not because…?
Look, just go...now. you’re really going to be late and your flight is going to take off without you. You’ll be screwed for the rest of the week.
Too bad.
Do you really want to make this harder than it has to be?
Aww, but that’s the fun part!
Look, I’m not going to sit here and argue with you. Just go. We’ll deal with the issues after you’re on the flight. As long as you catch that , you can question all your heart’s desire, okay?
Hmmm, I dunno if that’s good enough for me.
It’s a round trip ticket! Jesus, what more do you want?
An apology.
For what?!?
I dunno, it just sounded like a good thing to say at the time.
Will you go already? You can’t stay here a minute longer!
Okay! Okay! I’m going! Damn, don’t get your underwear in a bunch!
Finally.
I don’t understand why I couldn’t just stay.
And now the barrage of questions begins.
You’re damn straight they begin. Why the hell am I going to St. Louis anyway? What the hell’s in St. Louis?
Your aunt.
Oooh, my aunt. What, she’s going to scare away the boogey man for me?
Look, it’s a place to stay till you get back on track for once in your life.
Yeah, like that will ever happen.
You know, you keep arguing with me and people are going to get suspicious.
Let them, what do I care?
God, I just can’t stop you from being so insolent, can I? If it’s not one thing, it’s another…
Yeah yeah yeah, I can hear you bitch, but I really don’t care. I’m tired of having to listen to you without reason, you know that? It’s like every time I question something, you end up telling me something to the extent of “it’s for your own good”, and then I have to shut up and do what you say. When do we ever do what I say?
You’re the genius who came up with the St. Louis idea, I never told you to follow through.
Oh please, don’t try to give me that guilt trip! You’re the one telling me that I need to get away from this place and move on, that I’m just making everything a wreck! What more do you want me to do?
Nobody pulled your arm.
Nobody designated you my morality.
Oh please, since when do morals have to do with anything with you?
Since I say so! Damn it, it’s my turn! I say I’m getting off this flight once it stops in Nashville for a transfer, and then I’m going home.
Have fun.
Oh believe me, I will. With or without you there.
It’s that bad, huh? I can’t even stop you from turning around?
Hell no! I’m tired of trying to be something I’m not, going somewhere where I don’t need to go! I just want to stay in one place! Is that so much to ask?
Look, you don’t have time nor do you have the money to be thinking these stupid ideas!
Yeah, I don’t have the money because I keep wasting it on these God-forsaken plane tickets to nowhere! Seriously, what the hell am I going to do in St. Louis?
Will you calm down? You’ll figure it out when you get there.
What, am I supposed to meet someone who has my problems, or better yet, can solve them? That’s it, isn’t it? You’re taking me to some quack who’s going to tell you that I’m all messed up or something!
Dear God you’re paranoid! No, I’m not taking you to see some quack.
Oh, okay, some nice family physician that will tell you that I’m not alright, and that I should be locked in Bellevue for my own safety or yours.
Look, you’re going because you can’t cut it here.
Maybe you’re the one to fault.
Look, we have other things to discuss and think about than arguing who’s at fault for what here. If it were up to me, I’d blame this whole shameful running way thing on your lack of confidentiality. You can’t keep your mouth shut, then you get into hot water, and then you have to book it out of town. Smooth move.
Tell the shrink everything you said! Don’t leave any corner unturned! That way, they’ll be able to figure everything out for you!
I never said that! And you never went to a shrink! But I’m starting to think maybe you need one…
         “Yeah, I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” I hollered out. Time suddenly slows, and I realize that there are people staring at me.
         “Yeah, can I help you?” I shoot coldly at an older woman shrinking away from me. I sigh and flop on a chair, waiting for the flight to St. Louis to get ready to board. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore. I decided to stop asking myself that a long time ago. It seems like every time I do, all that happens is this huge argument, and I’m really getting sick of it. I’ve decided to just sit down and shut up, despite the fact that I still retort back. She can’t stop me from doing that, from shoving back sarcastic answers in her face. It’s what she deserves isn’t it?
The steward comes over the loud speaker to tell everyone that flight 1764 to St. Louis is now boarding.
I’m gonna do it. I’m going to get off the plane at Nashville.
Go ahead. Break free. You’re not going to get anywhere far. What are you going to do, live out some pathetic country song in Nashville? Sing it backwards. Maybe your dog will come back, along with your house, your life, your brother and sister…your parents…
         “You shut the hell up about my parents you bitch! You know nothing! Nothing about it! they left ME! ME! NOT YOU! YOU DIDN’T GET SHOVED IN A FOSTER HOME BECAUSE OF ABANDONMENT! I DID! FUCK YOU!” My voice raised to a shrill scream as I squeezed my eyes shut, a headache pulsing through my temples so harsh that I can barely open my eyes.
         “Miss, are you okay?” Someone, I can’t tell who, offers a hand to me, but I shudder at their touch and growl when they attempt to grab my hand again.
         “Get the hell away from me, I don’t need your help!” I spit out bitterly. “I don’t need anyone’s help, just let me on the damn plane already…get out of my way!” I bellow. Through a face of complete shock, the man lets me through as I grab my carry on and board.
You always have to make a scene, don’t you?
This is your fault. If you would keep your nose out of other people’s business, you wouldn’t have witnessed what you just did.
You’re so touchy.
I’m getting on the stupid plane, aren’t I? Can’t you just leave me alone now? You got what you wanted! Me on a plane to St. Louis, congratulations. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?
I just want you to realize what you’re going through.
Yeah, well screw my aunt. She wasn’t there to get me when my dear old daddy decided he was going to leave me in a dilapidated excuse of a shack under some God forsaken bridge with no clothes, no food…
Haven’t you learned anything yet?
I’ve learned to not trust anyone, especially you.
I’m all you’ve got.
I’d rather be alone then.
         I shove my earphones on, blaring the music to the point that I’m receiving stares. Or maybe I was receiving stares already, but what do I care? I get to my seat, shove my bag under the one in front of me, and try to push everything out of my head as I look out the window to the ground, now showing ant-sized people prepping the plane before take off.