I must have fallen asleep after having my breakdown after Dad left the house. My throat was still sore from yelling about him to come back. The fact that I didn't see him meant that he really didn't come home. It's all my fault... he hates me and it's all my fault. I sniffled, knowing that he probably never wanted to see my face again. I just stared at the ceiling trying to figure out what to do when I realized that the ceiling looked a little weird. I turned my head and lifted my hand up. I was met with exceptionally clear glass and frowned. I pushed the glass and it lifted up, suddenly being taken from my hands and sliding back. I made a face at that and sat up, looking around.
Oh no... not again...
I was on the ship again and I began to hyperventilate but then I remembered that horrible dream from last time and calmed myself down. There had to be a way to tell the dream apart from reality... this couldn't have been reality because I was right there with my mom... Think, Max...
"This has to be a dream." I said out loud, my voice scratchy. I frowned. "Just a coincidence." I looked down at my stomach to find that it wasn't there. I pulled my shirt up and saw that my stomach was flat. "Exactly. A dream."
Now that I knew I was in a dream (a very unusually lucid one – then again, most of my dreams were pretty self-aware...) I grabbed the side of the weird thing I was in and pulled myself over the side. I fell to the floor in a heap, my legs feeling like they were built for a newborn flamingo. I struggled to stand, grabbing the side of the containment thing I had been in and standing until I felt confident I could walk. After a little bit I was finally able to grab my bearings and stumbled to the wall where a door slid open for me. I was met with the annoying too bright lights and iridescent walls and threw my hand over my eyes to shade them from being blinded.
Once I was able to adjust to the lights, I started walking down the hallway. I have no idea where I'm going, I just know I want to get off this ship and I'm friggin hungry! I only had that one bowl of chili last night and then I went and had a meltdown like some ninny... I sniffed the air and I could smell something like hamburgers or some sort of meat in the air and so I followed it. I finally found the door panel where it was coming from and went to the small button on the side. I pressed it but the door didn't open. I frowned and pressed it again. Nothing.
"God dammit, motherfucker..." I grumbled, hitting the button continuously. "I'm fucking hungry." I growled.
I suddenly heard a gasp behind me and I turned around finding an alien in disguise as a woman behind me. I pointed to the door.
"Yo, can you open this?"
"K-Koete'kov fertanifi tangberiata ate!**" she said with wide eyes.
Good job, brain. You even made them talk like they did on the ship. So this was a nightmare? I don't know...
"I can't understand you. I just want food." I pointed to my mouth, opening it. "Food. Eat. Hungry." I chomped my teeth to help with the charades.
"Ehai?" she asked, gesturing for food.
"Yeah, whatever." I said, nodding.
I thought she was going to turn tail and run but she seemed to study me for a moment. I studied her as well. Why was she walking around like a human? Because it's a dream, idiot. I told myself, forgetting that this was a dream and my mind would do what it liked. After a few moments, she gestured for me to come closer to her. I debated it but leaned over and she pointed between us.
"Secret? Tellene kialen nem kore ara maien koete."
"Yeah... secret... Shhh." I said, putting my finger to my lips.
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The Oddities Of Grand Marquis - Book 1: Galactic Seed 🪼✔
Science FictionMax Taylor has been missing for months, having been abducted by aliens against his will when he was walking home from the store one night. Determined to return to his parents and the home he's always known, he makes an escape and finds a way back to...