six of one hundred
[x] Title: Can and Won't
[x] Prompt set: #2
[x] Prompt: 025. Longing
[x] Rating: PG-13, language
[x] Count: 6/100
[x] Author’s notes: Short one. Just to get back in the mood.
[x] Little Damn Table in my userinfo under bodyandsoul100
The airplane bathroom is tiny (it's a grave [don't be ridiculous flying is safer than driv-] grave coffin vault morgue crypt). Exceedingly so, she thinks to herself, pressing her head against the small shatter-proof mirror in frustration. She could do it, right now. She could walk out of this bathroom and plunge into the cockpit of the plane.
She'd make the news, she'd get arrested. People everywhere would know who she was, (fame! fortune! silicone! [lawyers] lights, cameras, ACTION!) that crazy girl who might or might not be a terrorist, maybe she's delusional, maybe something just snapped, who knows?
She'd be noticed. She wouldn't have to sit quietly anymore and watch the world blur by, catagorizing and filing everything. She'd sit in a grey prison room and stare at the ceiling until the voices (we're not really here [stupid crazy bitch] you can't touch us you can't see us we're not) stopped and she could breathe in and breathe out.
Her hand presses against the plastic door, breath ragged. She could do it. She has the audacity, she has the strength. But in the end...she doesn't. She hasn't the right. She'd give these people on the plane a mark, a fear. Yes! We were on the plane when that crazy girl tried to do SOMETHING! We were there!
She might give them phobia, bad dreams, heart attacks. You can't be responsible for shit like that (but you already are, [damnation] sweetheart.)