It's dark, and it smells. The darkness is suffocating, threatening to close in and finish me off. I try to raise my head but it aches, throbbing with every motion--small or large. That's when I hear it—the beeping of alarms, the wooshing of the ship's cooling vents. It's then that I realize the worst has happened; I've crashed, I've crashed, I've crashed.
I stop breathing, stunned into silence. I can't remember. Did I cause the crash or was it a malfunction? The wooshing continues in the background, calming me, hiding the beeping--warning beeps that I must've missed. Somehow I didn't hear them. They would've gone off as soon as the ship overheated, but they didn't. Either that or I couldn't remember. What had happened?
As I lie here, I begin to think of the possibilities it could've been. I would've heard the alarms if they went off, so it had to be a malfunction. A horrible malfunction that happened the day I was sent to scout the planet our army was about to invade.
That's when I wonder: What planet am I on?
And a new feeling of darkness overwhelms me.
[ Amazingly adopted on December 8, 2010 at 3:41 PM NST! Thank you so much Charlotte. :3
Morphed into an Aisha on February 2, 2013; painted Baby on February 8, 2013 at 4:06 P.M. NST!
Reached 600 HSD on February 1, 2013! Booktastic Badge received January 2, 2012. ]