[Save Yourself, My Darling]
Male oc x fem! Oc
Star Trek reboot
Cover by bayports
Gold Winner for Phoenix Awards
Book 1 in the TO THE STARS AND BEYOND SERIES
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—| hitting the books |—
"Tell me what you see," Aera Callius asked Elsa, who sat in a chair across from her. Legs crossed with her hands neatly laying by her hips. Her red fire hair curled down to her shoulder blades.
Elsa opened her eyes after concentrating on her memories. Ones that burned back into her skull with an unbearable pain that would surge through her. Maybe it was pain......but it could've also been regret.
Her heart bleeding, emotionally into shades of black and white. She felt her chest burn with hurt, her hands shaking a bit as memories came back to her. Her eyes ready to pour out all her tears.
The magic she'd grown up with. Just the sweet smells of her mothers sweet treats, especially her famous cinnamon cookies. Her father ranting on and on about the garden being destroyed by deer.
Aunt Betsy frying some bacon on the stove. Flashes of 80s music blaring in her ears. Beautiful Jennifer Williams in her black dress as she partied with the music. The taste of cherry lipstick.
Chains that clung to her wrists as men tied Elsa into a tube. The face of a middle aged man smiling as her container closed. The coldness of the air that claimed her skin as theirs.
Flashes of her eyes opening to the partying planet of Caera. Bright neon lights gliding across the room as violent electronic beats bounced across the room.
"Pain," Elsa stated to her physiatrist.
"You've said that every session. I understand you've been through a tough life, along with being created into what you call a....monster," Aera sighed, putting down her datapad. Trying to read her friends expression of sorrow and grief.
She couldn't decipher if she was annoyed or just increasingly worried about Elsa. She swore this girls simple answers was going to cause her gray hairs from stress. Though her dark hair had always been hard to color a different shade other than black
The therapy room was decorated with low hanging willow like plants. The smell of greenery and petunias strung its way into the air. Everything was set to a calm environment around them, other than the fact this was Starfleet Academy.
"That's what others called me. I can set fire to anything I want. I see fear in everybody's eyes when they see fire anywhere," Elsa stated, bluntly.
"I know you think others see you as a monster, but what do your friends see you as?"
Aera was definitely the best therapist for Elsa. She always seemed to make her ask questions she hasn't thought or and wonder about them. Aera knew just where to crack her open.
The definition of a monster was well known throughout earth and wasn't used in very good terms. The word of monster did seem to stab dozens of holes through Elsa's heart at the mention of it. But was she one was the question.
