Two hours later Beth was sitting in the airport lounge, tapping her foot impatiently. The thought of getting on the plane loomed in front of her in her brain. She had to do something. But there was nothing to be done. In a desperate escape, she went to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet for a long time. What if she just missed her flight completely and just waited for a car? But she had nowhere to stay. She couldn't go back to the white house. So she just sat there for a very long time until she came out to the sinks.
She pawed through her purse to find her compact mirror, but in her frantic search in her hand came a small capsule filled with the green pills. She thinks about all it could do for her. The fight would be over in seconds. She wouldn't be afraid or worried. This isn't the right choice she thought but she was so filled with panic she opened the capsule and poured out five green pills, put them all in her mouth at once, swallowed them, and determinedly strutted out of the bathroom.
She sat back down in the same spot but she still couldn't stop tapping her foot. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the airport bar and thought what the hell. She asked for a Gibson. The young bartender made it within seconds. "Another" she commanded. He passed it over to her and she downed it in a few seconds. "Another". The look on his face suggested that he would protest, but he made another one. Probably because he was getting paid. The drink was gone in seconds. "Another," she asks. "Miss-" he said. "You're supposed to serve me" she slurred, pulling out a wad of money and sliding it towards him on the bar. The bartender paused, and then took the money.
After seven Gibson's it was time for her flight. She walked up the stairs, her vision slightly blurred, the fact she was wearing high heels did not make the stairs any easier. She dragged her bag across the ground, it was too heavy for her, though there was nearly nothing in there. The flight attendant looked at her, as one would look at a dog crap on a sidewalk. "Welcome aboard, miss," she said brightly. "Yeah," said Beth, trying to look at her intently while her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She looked frantically for her seat and sits down trying to relax in her clothes. She was still tense though. She wondered if she could get rid of her thoughts altogether. Without even bothering to go to the bathroom she opened the capsule of pills and took two more. Her mind slowly went numb as the plane took off, and she almost immediately after signalled the flight attendant for a drink. This time she asked for a beer. In a similar manner to the Gibsons, she finished them quickly. She felt queasy. Quickly standing up, she bolted to the bathroom, abandoning her shoes.
In the tiny cubicle, she threw up a bit, or more. As she flushed the toilet, she wondered where it would go. Maybe onto someone's head. She let out a drunken laugh and then collapsed on the bathroom floor.
"Miss?" the flight attendant rapped on the door. "Miss, other people need to use the bathroom". But Beth was so out she couldn't wake up. "God, people don't have any consideration," the old woman remarked to the younger flight attendant. "I've been doing this for a few months," said the flight attendant, her eyes growing in size. "One time it was two people having sex. I just decided to leave them," she said attempting a smile, which was weak.
"Look, we just need to find something for the door, maybe it's jammed". "I doubt that". "Well we need to open it anyway. Maybe we can find a bobby pin or something". "Perfect!". The young flight attendant called to beth, as the older one picked the lock. "We're coming now, miss". "How do you know who it is?" murmured the elder. "I'm guessing" she murmured back.
They pushed open the bathroom door to find a collapsed Beth, with a pool of vomit next to her on the floor. "Come on get her up she could have a concussion". "Oh god". The young flight attendant dragged Beth's body up, pulling her out of the cubicle. "Miss?" She said, tapping her cheek frantically. Beth's eyes slowly pulled open lazily. "Where am I?" she groaned. "Miss you're on a flight to Kentucky". "Kentucky? I live there," said Beth. Wasn't I supposed to be going to New york? She thought. "Yes miss, you're going home". The Flight attendants were sweating and struggling to hold beth. "Now where is your seat". "I don't know" moaned beth. The two women just put her into a random open seat, just relieved to stop carrying her. "Right the plane that lands in half an hour alright," said the older woman. Beth started to fall into another deep sleep. "Miss? Miss, stay awake. Awake! I'm going to stay with you and you're going to stay awake alright?".
Beth turned her head to look out the window and she realised she was on an aeroplane. "I'm not supposed to be on an aeroplane," she said startled. "Did you pay for your ticket?". "Yes, but I nearly crashed in my last plane". "Don't worry, everything's going to be fine. Just wait till we get to Kentucky and you can get back home". "Ok," Beth said, "I'll just wait".
The flight attendant obviously hadn't been bothered to stay with her, as she woke up when the plane landed. Her mind was still foggy and everything in front of her seemed like it was being seen through lenses not prescribed for her. She wandered forward and got given her bags.
She walked off the plane, the bright sunshine hitting her straight in the face. Her eyes squinted, trying to adjust to her surroundings. Fumbling, she tried to grasp the rail as she walked down the stairs in her unnaturally high shoes. She watched the crowds of people flooding in and out of the airport, getting onto their flights and going into the airport to greet their families and friends.
In an attempt to step down on the next stair her heel got caught underneath one of the metal steps. She fell forward and tumbled down the stairs at an accelerating rate she landed with a thump on the ground.
As she lay on the ground, she admired the beautiful concrete ground. Even though it was just plain, it seemed beautiful to her, as so many people have walked on it. As she contemplated this, she fell into a deep sleep, while watching that beautiful concrete. And eventually, everything went black.