Oxygen - A Writing Prompt Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

My heroine is trapped in space, and running out of air. This is the story of abandoment on her home's part.

- This story is from a writing prompt from Virtual Writing Academy #1 MASSIVE EFFECT. I suggest the listening, and it holds several exercises about writing, and a very good lesson to be learned in each . -

I don't remember when it started, and it feels like my reality is strangling me. Its a feeling akin to falling, however no wind in your face, no ground to hit. Here I float, in the darkness of outer space. Everything around me is dangerously burning. The internal timer on my suit counts too little a number. I'm going to run out of oxygen.

 

I stare at the remnant of my lifesaver, the one that was supposed to be fastened to the ship. I hold my breath, and the timer stops. Maybe... maybe there's rescue? No. I don't believe so. I gasp one more gulp of precious air, waiting for my home ship to return from wherever it had left me to find. I feel my lungs begin to ache, and my head begin to spin. I just want to go home.

 

Seven minutes left on the clock, and I peer at the number, held still in place. I'll be rescued! I'm sure of it! They must have... Must have... Left me behind? My heart aches with sadness, and abandonment. Where do I go now? I spend my precious time, and gulps of air, staring at the stars. I remember when I used to see them, from way down on earth.

 

I... I'm going to die here. Three minutes left for me to live. The air is beginning to become thinner, and I feel my anxiety pressing against me. I know it's coming soon, my head feels clouded with the constant on's and off's of oxygen. I begin to lose hope.

 

One minute left on the timer. I'm going in and out of consciousness, I feel too tired to preserve my oxygen at this point. Everything feels unreal, I cant keep my mind on something more than a second, and to process it is impossible. At this point I'm staring into space, not taking in anything I see. I don't know anymore, how I can be rescued. I feel numb, and if I can see them through the space suit, my hands are probably blue. I'm sleepy, so sleepy. I know, however if I fall asleep, that will be the end.

 

Thirty seconds. I'm so tired, I want to sleep, I need to sleep. I know, I will die in my sleep. Everything is spinning wildly, and the star's glow has gone sour in my eyes. I close them, just to rest for a few seconds. The spinning stops, all at once. I feel my heart slow, and I know I'm dying. Please I think. I just want to go home. I try to open my eyes, but they've become numb, too. My consciousness begins to fade, and my heart stops.


Submitted: November 21, 2014

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