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Star Trek Depressed!Kirk's Sister

The crazy thing is that no matter how much I tried to stop, the worse it got and the more I became addicted to the sweet and terrifyingly dangerous self-destructive, injurious actions that I just fell in love with. The sweet, tantalizing feeling of the sharpened metal being dragged deeper and deeper across my skin, the tingle of the rose colored coppery liquid seeping and dripping down my appendages, my arm primarily. The amazing feeling of relief people that this brings is so...relaxing.

No, the people closest to me wouldn't be able to understand how quite addicting this feeling is. The rush, the relief, the calming effect that this had upon me, my stresses, my worries, and anything else that happens in my day to day life. Work: being treated like the dirt upon my co-workers shoes. Family: being my parents' pack mule and treated more like a slave. School: falling behind in my education and feeling like a failure with this happening. And this, this is the story of how my life was turned upside down.

"Jake, I'm here." I groaned as I dragged myself (as the fresh slices on my arm and both legs were coming open and the burning sensation I was feeling moving throughout my body was tiresome now) through the door of his humble apartment, only to see him with a scantily clad Andorian upon his lap.

"Azariah!" he said, jumping up to his feet as the (now obviously) naked woman fell off his lap. "It's not what it looks like."

"Tell that to my brother." I growled as I turned around and walked away from what is now my ex-boyfriend.

I quickly walked down the five flights of stairs I had just drugged myself up at a painfully slow pace, ignoring the ache in my bones and muscles.

I ran to my car, throwing the door open, got in and locked the doors. l started the car and sped out of the parking lot as if I was speeding out of Hell itself, going to my apartment I shared with my older brother, Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the USS Enterprise.

I stormed into our house, almost cracking the door as I flung it open and barged into the house.

Where low and behold, James was sitting on the couch with Bones and Spock playing chess. All three of them looked up at me, surprise written on all their faces (okay, maybe just Spock's eyes).

"Azariah, what happens to be the problem?" Spock asked calmly as Bones and Jim were scared to ask.

"Jacob was in the midst of screwing some freaking slutty Andorian just now when I arrived at his place for our date tonight!" I growled as I punched the wall next to my right side.

Jim stood up and said, "Right, where the heck is this cockroach?!"

Bones cracked his knuckles and growled, "I'm getting the shotgun."

Spock nodded his head and went back to the game of chess before him.

"Spock! What the heck?!" Jim said incredulously.

"As a Vulcan, I do not condone violent responses to things. Especially those that could very simply be handled with a conversation."

"Well, you did when I died!" Jim countered.

"Your sister is not you, James." Spock snapped at him.

I felt a sharp stab to the heart at those words. Yes, I always knew that I could never amount to the same standing as my older brother in anyone's eyes as I was the one who ultimately caused our mother's death. I tried not to let it show what Spock's words had done to me. I couldn't let anyone know about how I felt about Spock, I'd hidden it so well.

Turning away from them, I mumbled under my breath, "Look, I'm tired. I just want to go lay down after the day I've had."

"Go ahead and relax, it's very clear to everyone here that your body and mind have become useless at this point in the day." Spock said ever so emotionlessly.