Phae's Journal Entry 2

Posted on Sat Feb 8th, 2025 @ 4:05pm by Lieutenant Phaedrae Cyn

427 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Personal Logs, Journals, Letters Home, etc.
Timeline: approx. 25 years ago

The next time I woke up, I was in a small shuttle. My hands were tied behind my back with a rough cord. My ankles were also tied up. But he couldn't he good knots and after some wiggling, I freed up my hands - then my feet.

We were in space, traveling at slow warp. I wasn't sure how long I had been out - but it was obvious my mom was a far ways away.

There are times that I think about how my mom would make me cringe with embarrassment. I have no idea now what words she used that had me thinking a sudden collapse of the universe would be the best way to solve the utter humiliation-quickly and completely! I want to take it all back. I want my mom and she can be as embarrassing as possible and I will never flinch away or roll my eyes ever again. Because, truly, I am scared beyond words. I need her. I need Dad, too. I want my family.

The guy's name is Pet. There was another name, too, but I don't care to remember it. I think it's a funny name. Maybe it's meant to be longer-like Petra or Petrasaurus... Or, maybe his parents didn't know Federation Standard when picking out a name for their precious little monster of a baby. I've spent longer on thinking about his miserable existence than I intended. What was my point?

Maybe just: that's his name - that's who took me away from my family and the life I know. I hate him and I want him to die so I can take over the shuttle's controls and fly back to my home. How hard is it to fly a shuttle? I can't crash into much, right? Space is so big, you'd have to intentionally crash into a moon to hit it, right?

Fantasizing about stealing a shuttle - that was not on this year's bucket list of adventures I wanted to do.

Pet breathes really loud. Listening to his mouth breathing and groans of pain is so annoying. Did I mention - I'm 99.999% certain that this moron has broken ribs. He deserves it. But his breathing is driving me absolutely INSANE! If he doesn't stop wheezing soon, I'm going to find a sharp knife and finish him off the next time he falls asleep in that squeaky chair.

I cannot take it. And I can't go anywhere to escape from it - not one little moment of respite from his pained gasps. My life sucks!

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