But I know the truth, shes dead. There all dead. My family,gone. The tears start, they wont stop. Can't someone make them stop?
He bolted up from the thin, ship deck bed, Covered in a cold sweat. There was a frantic knocking. "Stork?" It was Aerrow. "Stork are you ok? I could hear you screaming."
Stork sighed and then shivered. "Leave me alone, Aerrow, I'm fine." he said. Aerrow stood without speaking, staring at the steel barred door. "Okay Stork, make sure you get some sleep, we can't have you falling asleep at the wheel." Aerrow said as he ventured back down the Condor's hallway. Stork snorted, annoyed. "Easy for you to say, you fit in so well here..but I"
He shook his head. "You have friends, Aerrow..I have nightmares." he whispered. Stork stood up and tossed his blankets back over the board thin bed. He sat down at his dresser, staring vaugely at the cracked mirror. A disgruntled, half asleep merb stared angrily back. "God, I look more...crazy." he said.The mirror image smiled. "You are crazy, boi." it hissed. Stork jumped backwards. "What did you say?" he said, his left eye twitching along with his deep, ragged breaths. Mirror Stork leaned forward and grinned wickedly. "A merb among the humans. An outcast among the perfect." he said.
"Shut Up!" Stork screamed, punching the mirror as hard as he could. The leering mirage shattered, glass raining down on the desk and floor like a million crystal tear drops. "Tear drops." Stork whispered.
He groaned and leaned his head against the splintered wood. He sat that way, motionless, for what seemed like eons, before he lept backwards. He stood swaying in the middle of his own dinky room, more like a broom closet. "No" he said. Collapsing to his knees, head in his hands, he yelled a secret cry locked in his heart for nearly ten years. "MOTHER!" he screamed to the sky before passing out on the cold, metal floor.