9The world spins. My body floats in its harness.
Space is so
MASSIVE.
For two minutes back there I thought I was going to die. The pod shook and trembled, the thrust jammed and stubbornly refused to move, and for a few soul crushing seconds I sat there helplessly, praying that my oxygen was still stable and that the ship wouldn't crack... And then, as I broke the atmosphere of Earth, everything was calm.
I'm on my way.
I have been here for four hours. This pod is faster than I thought it would be. It glides smoothly through the void of space, And I think it must have some sort of field around it that prevents space pebbles and dust from even getting close to it. I don't exactly feel comfortable, but I feel safe enough. It runs on mostly solar energy, but I found that radioactive waste can also be siphoned in the left nozzle for power. The dials and thrusts work like clockwork. The weird alien engine purrs beautifully. Power levels are fine. I have everything I need to get to the signal. The signal. That's the only thing that will keep me from going insane. My heart lurches. He could be dead. He could have died years ago. I don't know he's out there. There isn't a pounding knowing in my heart. Only the need to find him. If I find a body, so be it. You don't know you love someone until they leave.
I smile and touch the flannel shirt that he gave me last summer. It's one of the few possessions that's making this journey with me. I can survive. I look back at Earth and smile. I will find him. I will find the only human that ever made the world mean something. I will survive. I have 350,000 miles to go, and I will survive. I will fight. The escape pod instructions sit on my lap, like a Bible, only they won't let me down. A beautiful green marble waves goodbye to me.
Somewhere, Kevin and Gus are wondering if I'm going to come home for dinner.
Somewhere, Marcus knows I'm not.
Somewhere, Stan is looking up at the stars, knowing I'm going to bring his nephew back.
Have we ever done anything worthwhile in our lives? All those years spent on school, and popularity, and meaningless boyfriends, and things that didn't matter… the things we didn't love? It sounds cheesy, but to survive in this universe, you need a flame. I've found mine. It may burn me up, but I'm not the toughest girl in town for nothing. If it takes a sacrifice that might kill me, so be it. I'm not weak. A long time ago, in a twilight forest, I realized that him and I are survivors.
And maybe I love him for it.
Dipper, God.
That idiot better be alive.
My little ship delves farther, and farther...If space is so massive, why do I feel like I'm queen of it all? SpaceQueen. Haha...That's something Dipper would say. That stupid, adorable, kid. When did I start to love him? Probably sooner than I realized, come to think of it. I need him back.
I mean nothing to anything out here except to him and myself.
And him and myself are the only things out here that mean anything to me.
Those bitches better be ready.
I will survive.
I will survive.
350,000 miles to go, and a 17 year old human from Earth will survive.
Authors note- Bada bing bada bang chapta two thair ya go.
Send me reviews. Part three on the way. I'm kinda busy right now, so the next update on my other story, When They're Gone could take a little while, sit tight. Ok, so I screwed up, in the last chapter I got the names of Wendy's brothers wrong, their real names are Marcus Kevin and Gus. Also, im gonna be out for a couple days, but I will get back to anyone by thursday at the most.
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