That is all I see. I feel wet and smothered, but I’m breathing. I’m not in unbearable pain. We crashed and I am still alive. There is darkness within me as well, one that is overwhelming me. For long moments, all I can think about is the loss of my parents. Their images bombard me, memories that we have already lived and ones that will never happen. I will never get to speak to them again, never see their smiles or hear their laughs. Dad will never walk me down the aisle on my wedding day, and they will never be a part of my life again. They will never get the chance to be a part of Hannah’s. A sob erupts in my chest, a wail that is ready to burst from me except the heavy weight leaning on top of me distracts me, and it takes me out of my grief as my surroundings hit me once more. It brings me back to the present, and the fact I was just in a spaceship with Marduke which then crashed from space. How are we still alive? “Marduke?”
