The Sun Awaits [Short Story]

Chapter 12: Terminated

I slap my hand against the red button, the voice speaks again,

"Launch terminated, say, 'Launch' to start takeoff countdown."

I sigh. I can't do it. I don't care if I'm in that horrible place for the rest of my life. Scratch needs me there, and if I'm on another planet, I can't. The other thing is: What if my parents aren't even alive? I never met them, well I did, but I don't remember them one bit. What if they don't want me when I find them? I think Scratch is more important, knowing I can rely on him.

I climb back down the ladder, the crystal shaken and glowing green. He is still there, to my surprise and barks in joy when I arrive at the bottom of the ladder.

"Don't worry, I'm not leaving..." Anytime soon. I think, knowing that the box's creatures can just turn into ghosts, except for ghosts; obviously, and Marilibots, their just metal and wires. I give Scratch another piece of jerky, before shoving the bags back in my own.

"Let's sleep somewhere." We start running along the ledge.

All my life I wanted to see the sun. It was my dream, my wish, my hope, my mission and my destiny. I wanted nothing other than to see it for the first time in my life. I never liked people much either. After what happened to my sister, my long to see the sun would be just enough to hurt someone else, and I would probably hate to go through that again. At first, I knew Scratch was going to be left behind. But now I realize that the sun is just an object, nothing more than a ball of gas, and I'm pretty sure I'd choose a werewolf as a pet over a ball of gas any day.

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I'm home; and even if it's a place full of ghosts, werewolves and robot bugs, I'd never choose anything over it, even if it meant seeing the sun a second time. Because I know that every day, and night, The Sun Still Waits.

The End

(There will be an Epilogue)