The Lost Planet

No Such Thing as a Good Goodbye

I felt pain in my hand, back, head, legs, neck, arms, and just about everything. I could think, slowly, and my eyes moved slowly across my body. It found my left hand, and had I the ability to gag I would have. The hand was ripped open from the middle out to the right. My fingers pointed left, while my thumb pointed right. My hand itself was pointing forward. My fingers were connected by the pinky, and were flipped sideways like a trap door. The bones were sticking out and were broken, bloody and broken. I moved my eyes down toward my legs, they were, broken, busted out on the windshield, a compound fracture on my left shin, a backward bent knee on the same leg, a right ankle snapped sideways, a knee held on by tendons,my pelvis hurt, probably broken. By shoulders screamed at me, and my neck felt sore. I could feel my feet, that meant no paralysis.

I groaned, blood sputtering from my mouth. I looked around. I had smashed out of the windshield when we hit, and lay outside the ship. A few people were walking helping people, they had been strapped in when the ship went down. They carried bodies. Some were dead, a those were laid out a few yards away. The living were being moved a small Cruiser. A body passed by, carried by two people, and they worked their way toward the Cruiser. The person had a cut on his forehead and a bent arm, Fa. I saw a second body, carried close behind, it was twisted awkwardly, and the head was dented in. The head holding long brown hair. Leha. She was moved away from the Cruiser, to the other pile. Her long brown hair glistening red in the sun. She was laid down carefully, by a group of other dead. I looked away.

The ground around me was gravel, dark grey gravel. No plants in sight, and no buildings either. The wreckage of our ship was everywhere, and fires burned, and bodies littered the ground. I coughed, sending blood out of my mouth. One of the survivors approached me and looked down at me. He was a medium sized man with a reddish blonde beard. His suit was ripped, and he was bleeding in several places. He had large brown eyes, and a strong build. His face was hard, but was caring as well. He was probably a soldier or guard of some sort. He stared down at me. I tried to talk, do something, but I just gagged, blood spilling out.

"You should be dead kid" He said, waving over another survivor. They rolled me onto a board, they were using as a stretcher, and carried me to the Cruiser. I was placed carefully down on the bed of the Cursor, facing the pile of the dead. I closed my eyes and slipped into a dark painful sleep.

I awoke to the sound of the Cursor starting. I opened my eyes to see the dead pile. Leha was still there, facing me, eyes staring at me, in a ghostly form, left alone in the pile. She seemed to look toward me, her body covered in red, looking so out of place. The Cursor began moving, and we left her, and the rest of the dead, my parents for all I knew. But I could only keep my eyes on Leha. As we drew further away, I felt my mind slipping, and I began to close my eyes. As sleep overtook me, I could swear, Leha closed her eyes with me.