The faceplate dangled by it’s cords, and I had NO IDEA how to fix it. I wasn’t even supposed to be in the area, it was restricted access and I was the one whom it was restricting. My heart started racing with all of the possibilities and consequences.
*”We’ve lost all power! Evasive maneuvers!…” as we wove in and out of the asteroid field.
“How could you have done this to us, Jack?” The Captain glowered at me as I skulked away…*
*”I can’t get anything to work properly! What did you do this time, Jack?” the Captain aimed the accusation from across the ship.*
*”NOW WHAT!?!” the Captain growled from his chair.*
The Captain walked past, reached across my shoulder, and popped the plate back onto the electrical box. He looked calmly at me, grunted, and moved on.
I guess that’s how it gets fixed.
“Just stop, okay? It doesn’t help you to do THIS to yourself!” He grabbed her wrist and twisted it up, to show her new bandage and previous scarring from other sharp blades.
“Fuck you, alright. I don’t have to listen to you or anything you say. You have no IDEA what it’s like to be in my shoes. YOUR parents love you. YOUR parents are still together. YOUR parents don’t do drugs. YOUR parents don’t hit you…….” and then she started sobbing. Heavily.
“Hey… yeah… sorry.” He started to walk away, unsure of what to do or how to help, and couldn’t handle someone being so emotive. But she was his best friend, so he didn’t want to leave her, either.
She coughed a few times and took a few breaths. She watched him walk away, and spotted a piece of charcoal on the ground. An electrical box up ahead had been left free of street blemishes. She wanted to make one.
The charcoal crumbled a line onto the surface, so she scribbled heavier and more feverishly. She rubbed the thick dust with her fingers to make a wider smudge. Her spit landed on a fingertip and she traced her feelings into the created darkness.