Title: Screams
Author: Stacey-Marie
Pairings: none
Warnings: Dorothy angst, post GW, POV
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing, its chara, mechs and all other miscellaneous stuff doesn't belong to me, they are the property of Bandai, Sunrise and the Sotsu Agency. So don't sue because you have a better chance of finding a live cabbit in my room than something of value.
Note (need to know this part people): after the id number begins Dorothy's POV…it just ruined my effect to say 'start POV'…oh yeah this is another snippet of an English assignment just so you know (i is out to mentally scar my whole class if Myself was any indication…they call me knives now...hehehe), but I only had the POV for that…dude you know what? While I was sitting here typing this up (I wrote it 12/20 if my paper heading is correct) this whole idea just reminded me of that Twilight Zone episode "The Lonely." You know with the guy all alone on an entire planet ::sigh:: you know the Twilight Zone is the shiznit…umm this is really short…
Screams
Out in space a prison of one has been created out of pieces of the now destroyed Libra. The lighting is dim and the place posses a faint chill in the stale air. It has been stocked with six months provisions, by the end of this time the sentence will have been served. Down a long corridor is a single door. It is a slab of blank, unforgiving metal save for a single tag marked simply with:
Catolonia – 8652
They say that in space no one can hear you scream, that it's a place of infinite silence. But I can hear screams here. I can hear my own silent screams as they claw their way to the surface of my thoughts. My mind is a hall of mirrors and everywhere I turn all I see is myself. I see other things about me as well; I see the blood on my hands as it pools in my palms. Dark and crimson I hear its steady flow as it drips to the floor. My hands are twin founts of blood. One pours out the lifeblood of innocents, the other guilty. Sadly, they flow at the same speed. Trails of blood coat the floors and puddles if I am still too long. I have been a weapon of war far too long now it is over and I have been locked away. Away in the silence of space to be trapped in my own mind. No one else may hear screams in space, but I do and here in my prison they echo endlessly.