Into What I Don't Know

Into what I don't know (chapter 1) I need some space

Many people have said doing new things is great and the experience gained will be immeasurably helpful, although all of them have never had the choice or ability to walk alone in the dark void of space. Being a part of a shadowed abyss and finding that though you're small you are important. If they could only stand in my shoes and see life is not a simple step of the edge.There's a domino of events that get you that opportunity to new things. Just doing the thing is not what gains you the experience, living it and remembering it will get you there.
"Things will get better." I whisper to myself when work blackens my eye sockets. The small mirror reflects my baggy skin under the discolored, red eyes my genes gave me. "just like every other damn day." I find myself speaking as I ready myself for another long work day. The loud lightning blue train zips past my standard 12in by 18in window just to the right of my standard area 1 mirror. Having the lowest class of citizenship stapled to my existence has made life a living hell but what am I going to do. Go up to the ship guard and say, "Give me a better life! please." Yeah right and they'd zap me with their mandatory purple electric "law keeper" tasers. God damn, I wouldn't ever get caught by one of those safety derps, again at least. I glance at my glowing watch and find that it's finally time to leave my place of occupation. Everyone must follow their strict guidelines or they will be drowned in the ink black infinity that surrounds our "species last hope". The black void of space has swallowed may a soul who stepped too far out of line. Stepping out into the highway of magnetic rail carts and small road bound vehicles I feel that the last of the fucks I gave myself in the mirror get destroyed by the influence of this horrible, selfish place. All the faces that pass my view are sad and depressed. None of them question why they are here in this god forsaken place, just accepting that is just how life is here. A small zap comes from my glowing shackle that tells time. I look at my wrist to see a reminder that I am late for forced labor they call a job. A small unmanned bus stops right in front of me, the logo of our ship home fading off the side of it. I step on and wait for my life to end so I don't have to be a drone to the instructions of The Outtear's Last Hope ship. Staring at my feet is all I will do till I get to the main sewage plant so that's what I do. Don't want any more attention than what I get already for my ugly face. "AHHHHHH" a screech fills the packed bus followed by a thud smacking the roof. Everyone in this death trap pack against the exits, sucks for me. I just got on and am stuck to the glass window of the door. I watch the inside of the moving box on wheels panic from my limited view. Even though it was limited I could still see the ceiling getting ripped off. Large almost inhuman fingers grab the rest of the roof and pull it off. The bus jacker jumps into the empty space on the bus and starts to wave a white flat box around. This monster of a dude stands taller than the wall. He is wearing a white mask covering anything identifying on his face. Everyone's screams get louder as the tall and huge man makes his way round the bus mumbling to himself. I only catch a small bit of what he is saying over the panic, "they are here somewhere." He finally loses the small bit of patients he had for the patrons of the vehicle. "Shuddup, all of ya!" He hold up the small tablet he had been looking at, "I want everyone of ya to ,one by one, jump off this slow ass bus until I find my person this stupid sensor is picking up. The bus door opens as someone got to the manual controls and I am shoved out the sliding door having to tuck and roll to not lose my head on the ground. Getting up I limp to the side of the magnetic speedway. Watching as the bus speeds away shaking back and forth as it goes. I sigh in relief that I was not the poor soul who the beast was after. I scoot over to a rail bar meant to protect people from crashes. I lean on it and prop myself up to look my body over for any major injuries. My foot is black from the road and bloody but other than the badly broken foot I am alive. My shoe is also gone to an unknown place. The road shakes, knocking me off my good foot. I look in the direction of the large tremor to see the unbeautiful beast is towering over me. "You! " The highjacker's gruff but calm voice hits me from across the speedway. I try to crawl away fearfully of this massive brute. His huge hand came at me remarkably fast. I wince away. He is about to hit me, please let me live this, god why me? My thoughts come fast and strong. Eyes closed, I get ready for an impact to the head from, yet no pain arrives, even my leg feels ok. I open my eyes to see this ape of a man has picked my small, thin body up, as if I am a glass figure that he does not want to break. He starts to walk from the broken pavement to the railing I had just been leaning on. I look down past the rails to see a straight drop at least 30 of the buses down. His huge shoe crushed the rail as he stepped on it leaning over the edge. "Wait, stop don't juuuummmmp!" I scream as I am dragged down with this brute to the ship's interyer.