furya's heart's

a crashed space ship

Hi my name is belle chains and I am 19 and you guys are reading my fucked up story have fun kiddes.

My best friend found her soul marked the other day. She tells me all about her. I can't help but feel the sting of jealousy as I think about how cute their meeting was. Something about meeting on a bus and papers flying everywhere. They exchanged their timid apologies, and it all clicked.
At least hers was NOT like mine.
Oh, you're such a good girl, aren't you, baby girl ? I rubbed absently at the neat but masculine scrawl resting over my collarbone. I felt a spike of anger at the words marked upon my body. Who says that to their soul mate upon seeing them? Why did it have to sound so pornographic? Why couldn't it have been a nice 'hello miss'? Did the Goddess think this would be funny?
Well my life sucks.
I felt the burn in my eyes as I stared at the ceiling. It looked like another night without sleep again. I wasn't even sure if I was blinking, to be honest. My thoughts kind of looped in static and anger and misery. I could almost call it meditation with how empty my mind felt at times.

I just knew that everyone who'd ever seen my mark had assumed the fucking worst for me. That I'd end up working the streets on some planet or selling videos of myself. Joke's on them I hardly ever left my apartment aside from working. A large crash of thunder brought me back to the present, blinking away the burning sensation in my eyes. I looked outside to find that I couldn't see an inch from the window. "The weather was supposed to be clear today..." I muttered to myself. Then a thought occurred to me. "FUCK" I forgot to get the mail." I groaned. That means getting dressed. And getting soaked. At least it should still be warm out with how hot it was today.

Black and white striped leggings hugged my curves with the knees stressed. I grabbed a form fitting long sleeved black shirt that had even covered most of my neck. I debated on whether or not I should just wear my flats or put in the effort for warm feet later with my black lace boots. I shrugged to myself, grabbing my boots and a pair of socks. I moved to open my door before I paused. I turned and grabbed my water proof purse. No use in the mail getting wet...

The door shut behind me, the click sounding oddly ominous. I didn't understand why until I realized that the rain wasn't making any noise. There was no static of the pattering of rain. I stepped out into the rain and looked up in confusion, getting soaked in the process. The rain was pounding down, but there was no muted roar of the downpour around me. I was almost afraid to break the silence around me, but in some distant part of my brain, I knew I needed to run before I catch my death out here. I finally snapped out of my hypnotized state to begin my quick trek to my mailbox. I never made it. A white hot pain lanced through my body, effectively cutting off my breath to my lungs. My vision was whited out, my other senses shut off. My vivid green eyes were wide and unseeing and my mouth open in a soundless shriek of pure agony.

And just like that, the pain was gone. The rain had stopped. I looked around to find two rows of containers that reminded me way too much of coffins, one row lining each wall, empty. I looked to be in a hallway, though I doubted that was the case. I could feel the humming of the ground. It reminded me of the humming of airplanes when I'd had to use them. Maybe this was a new model of air transport? I heard footsteps and ducked behind the closest thing I could find. One of the coffins. Only this one was occupied. I noticed the warning labels and frowned. Am I in a prison transport plane?

I looked up to find lots of free civilians milling about, stepping into their sarcophagi. I shuddered silently. After it looked like everyone was in their coffins, I moved to leave, only to feel the jolt of gravity. Fuck me, It looks like I'm getting a free ride to somewhere. But how did I get here anyway? And what was up with that storm? I rubbed my hand on my dry leggings and became momentarily distracted. I'm dry? When the fuck did that happen? The whole area shook viciously, causing my hands to clamp down harder on the coffin next to me. Turbulance? I fucking hope.

I finally got a good look at the man in his prison coffin once the shaking had settled. He had muscles those kinds of muscles screamed danger. He could rip me in two without a second thought. I looked up to his face and felt my face screw up in confusion. Why the fuck do they have him blinded and gagged? That's fucked up! As soon as I get off of this plane, I'm going to launch a complaint about his treatment. It's inhumane and cruel. I started at the sensation of being lifted off the ground. My eyes widened and I looked for the reason for it, only to see the cockpit and.... stars? Are we in space? What the fuck?! When the fuck did this become possible? Am I in another fucking world? I jerked out of my own thoughts and moved to the nearest empty coffin. Must be how they stay alive. Don't see a galley around here. I quickly closed myself in beside the criminal. Please let this not be a real coffin...