I was in the hallway, alone, fiddling with my hair. Everything was normal, until a blood-curdling scream ravaged down the hallway.
"VIOLET! VIOLET! VIOLET, HELP ME!" the voice said. Lucille's voice. The screams ran up and down the hallway, bouncing off of every wall. I ran in the direction of the screams, looking for any sign of Lucille. Finally, I managed to reach the cafeteria, where I saw Lucille being held at gunpoint by...Joshua? No, no, he was on Brion IV. This couldn't be happening. Lucille screamed again, and I knew I had to do something. I pushed Joshua out of the way with as much strength as I could muster, and tried to grab his gun, but he just shoved me back. His beetle-like eyes bored into mine, and without looking, he shot Lucille straight through the heart.
"NO! LUCILLE!"
"Lucille, please! P-Please d-don't be dead!" I cried. Her green eyes were now completely black, and she had a look of utter terror on her face. Tears of anger and sadness clouded my vision, and I looked behind me to see nothing but fire. It spread everywhere, and I could feel it on my uniform. My whole body was engulfed in it, and I could do nothing but scream. It was licking at my skin, chewing at my arms, gnawing on my very heart--
I woke up, gasping for air. I looked at my clock, which read 0400 hours. My hands were shaking like leaves, and I could feel the sweat on my forehead. I looked over at Lucille's bed. She was sleeping like a rock. Very slowly, I regained control of myself.
It was another stupid dream.
I grabbed my blankets and twisted them until my knuckles turned white. Why couldn't I just suck it up and get over it? Why couldn't I just be normal?
I went into the bathroom to wash my face, put my uniform on, took the meds that the doctor had given me yesterday, and left the room. I couldn't burden Lucille with my brokenness. I went to the cafeteria, which was empty, and managed to score a coffee from the coffee maker in the back. At 0500, as people started filing in, I left, having drunk half of the coffee.
The rest of the day passed by in a bit of a blur. I just kind of went through the motions of the day, smiling, waving, breathing, not really putting a lot of thought into it all. I felt...numb. Dead. Like I was a ghost flitting in the halls of the Enterprise, a passive observer to Sulu's lessons. I thought I saw Sulu look at me concernedly when I didn't even react to dropping a weight on my foot, but I was too empty to see for myself.
I skipped lunch (no need to bother Spock with my problems), and trained a bit more. By around 1500 hours, though, I realized out of the blue that I was utterly starving. I sighed. I had forgotten to eat. I couldn't even take care of myself. I went into the cafeteria, got some food, and sat down at my usual table.
But there was something different at the table.
A strange looking object, with twelve strings, was sitting on the table. It was very harp-looking, with ornate scrollwork. I played the harp in high school, and this object didn't look too different. I picked it up and ran my fingers along the strings. Perfectly in tune. Without really thinking about it, I began to play and sing one of my favorite songs:
"Trained my mind on only one track
Hit the ground running and never looked back
Steered my eyes to the mission ahead
And I burnt that bridge
Never did listen to the innocent voice
Dismissed my heart, never gave it much choice
Surrendered my soul to the mission ahead
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Burn To Ash: A Star Trek Fanfiction (Spock x OC)
Fanfiction22 year old Violet Evans isn't a regular human. From her parent's murder when she was only 6 years old to her horrible years in Earth's foster-care system, Violet is, in her eyes, a broken person not fit for Earth. To escape the planet that she had...