I am E L I Z A Bergamot , I am as normal as normal can be. I wake up, Brush my teeth, Get ready, Go to school.. Come home and do my homework. But, one day.. My routine was broken, My schedule creator broke so I didn't have my schedule on my hand like usual. My android decided to quit on me.. So I arrived to school L A T E. That was my third late my entire school year.. So I got sent to Vortz, Our neighboring planet in Solar System 187-B, We currently live on Belor, The community planet. Vortz is a planet known for its strict ways and rules, Any and all rule breakers, criminals and anybody not with good intentions are sent there by the Society of The Elder Siblings, Our government. They crammed me into the shipping capsule, which wasn't very spacious and sent me off. By the time I felt the landing I heard a distant cry in my radio.. " The Girl's Capsule is a faulty! Abort!" By that time.. I realized that my capsule wouldn't ever open.. That's what a faulty does, It never opens for anything or anyone, I only had enough supplies to last my 4 week sentence.
Four Weeks Later
I'm going crazy.. I know it. The shadows quiver and swirl, The colors blend into a neon mess. I don't know how long it's been.. I'm homesick, and I think my lungs might give out if I keep breathing this melting metal capsule. Did I mention that our metal melts easily? "Ha.. Ha.. I'll get out soon.. I know I will." I convinced myself, Sounding as delusional as I was, probably even more. I know my parents wouldn't care, Why would they? I'm just their little doll, They just want me to be their coverup for their mistakes.. I've heard my mother speak about me, I'm just supposed to be perfect, With my long lashes, Big doll eyes.. My petite nose.. My long straight hair, everybody said I was "Perfect" but.. Who says that's a good thing? Maybe I should give up on the thought of them saving me.. No! Bad Eliza! My conscious scolded me as it began to yield to delusion. I. Give. Up. There's no point.. They.. A B A N D O N D E D me..
I just allow myself to fade away into the capsule, Never remembered, Never saved. Just left.. Broken and forgotten.
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AléatoireI WAS inspiration dried so I decided to start writing short stories