I apologies with the date, I couldn't remember what date Star Trek: Into Darkness was set in.
Anyway, this short story is based on the new film. When the character Thomas Harewood blows up the archive. Sorry for the little spoiler! Also, this is my first post so I apologies if its rubbish.
14 August Year 20.946
Dear diary,
He approached me today, while I standing on the balcony outside the hospital. His skin was pale and his eyes were ice blue, his jet black hair was slicked back. He didn't tell me his name, even though I asked numerous times. My heart skipped a beat when he said he could heal my daughter, but it almost stopped when he told me what I had to do in order for her to be saved. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't.
15th August Year 20.946
Dear diary,
He gave me a sample of his blood, enough to save my little girl. But with this sample I also received a ring. I slipped it on my finger cautiously, my hands began to shake. I was going to do it, I couldn't turn back now. If I don't do it, she might die and worse... What would happen to me?! What would he do to me? Would he hunt me down, shoot me? Who knows what he's capable of?
16th August Year 20.946
Dear diary,
I went to the hospital again today; I linked the blood sample up to her morphine drip. I watched as the dark red blood oozed out of the test tube and turned the once clear liquid red, it seemed to take forever. I kissed her on the forehead and left her bedside, off to work I went.
I sat at my desk, I felt my legs turning to jelly, my palms beginning to get all sweaty. Looking down at my hand, I seen the ring on my finger I had been given. As I took it off it seemed to come off with such ease. Looking down at the glass of water sitting on my desk, wishing it was just an empty cup. Why wasn't anyone stopping me? I dropped the ring into the small glass, as it seemed to pierce through the water ever so effortlessly. I stepped away from my desk and started running for the exit.
17th August Year 20.946
I did it, I fucking did it. It exploded everything.
PEOPLE ARE DEAD, INNOCENT FUCKING PEOPLE. I killed them. Am I a murderer? I killed hundreds of innocent people, just to save one life? Was it really worth it? I need to live with this guilt now for the rest of my life. Do I turn myself in to the Starfleet commanders? What do I tell them? That a strange mysterious man told me to do it? I didn't even know his fucking name! I just stood, watching people's burnt bodies being pulled out of the wreckage.
I can't run away, I just can't. But I can't stay here either... my life will never be the same again.