Distance was all that mattered, it was all I had left. The minutes of my life ticked by along with the space between the pod and whatever I was destined to hit. Logic forced me to think it a planet, the blue and green sphere was as large as one.

I was going to die. I've accepted that. the chances that I will survive dwindled the faster I began to plummet. The pod had began to enter into the planet's atmosphere and gone was the dark abyss of space, leaving a blinding red glow to burn my eyes and a blaring alarm broke the stillness inside the shuttle, reafirming that yes, I was indeed crashing to my death; and gods I could feel it.

The further I plunged the more eradic the pod shook leaving me to fear that it would splinter into a thousand pieces before I even hit the surface. My head was being jerked viciously from side to side as I finally broke through the atmosphere in which gravity obtained the dominance over the situation .

A sharp blow to the right side of the shuttle had my head knocked against a hard piece of metal and made my vision spin. Soon, everything grew fuzzy and all sense of hearing grew in to a soft buzz as pain ached from where I had hit it.

The force of the crash had light fire at the front of the pod but now I could feel the heat of the flames as it seeped through the metal and made the already small space feel too claustraphobic. The fever inside made everything sweat and I felt as moisture began to drip down my neck and the top of my brows. Humidity made it hard to draw a full breath and each inhale had me gulping down the air reserves. I think I'm going to be sick.

Gods I would rather have just been sucked through some sort of black hole rather than endure this rather complex and unecessary death. I could suddenly feel as pressure grew, first in my ears and then through my skull. Soon it felt as if something was squishing my whole body and a splitting headache finally made me scream. On another senareio, in which death wasn't iminent, the sudden sound would have jarred me, but my head felt so near explosion that hearing my own voice after such a long time didn't shock me as it should have. I flexed the muscles in my hand and shoved the palms of my hands against my ears, it felt a lot harder to move my hands than I last remembered.

Once the thrashing subside, only

leaving a feeling of plummeting in my stomach, I opened my eyes, only to shut them immediately. It was so bright and blue. We had diffinatly broke through the clouds now.

I could taste the coppery blood pooling in my mouth. I could feel it grazing my teeth and soaking my tongue. I felt the aching and cracks in my bones. Each crack felt like rocks were burrowing into my skin. I sucked in cramped air, feeling my lungs caving in on themselves. I saw the spots in the corners of my vision, making my head feel like the only thing inside of it was static. But I needed to push through it.

So I focused on my breathing ignoring how the the twisting in my stomach made me want to close my eyes and welcome the threatening darkness. Tears was forming on the edges of my eyes.

Then the pod hit something. The pod had been free falling at some speed and had gathered ALOT of momentum. Which was oh, so very bad.

The straps that held me in my seat snapped. I whipped forward hitting the glass in front of me with such a force that the glass cracked. My bones and muscles and joints and organs felt like they were being squeezed and smashed into a tiny box. My lungs contracted with such force that I was afraid they would fold into themselves. My torso and head had smashed up against the glass while my arms and legs were flailing, searching for somewhere to hold and stop the forward movement my body was going. Somewhere blood was spreading through my robes. The source of the blood unknown to me, but I was sure I cracked a rib.

I opened my eyes to see. . .water?

Was I in a lake, an ocean?

The pod was still rolling at the surface of the water and using my good arm I grabed onto something-anything to keep myself grounded.

I managed to hold onto to armrest of the seat, curling around it and holding onto it with my life.

After what felt like hours with my fleeting ability to hold onto consciousness, the pod eventually stopped rolling.

Unravelling myself form the seat I looked towards the glass.

Was my eyes playing tricks on me or was that crack moving?

I squinted at the window, before I realised that the glass keeping me separated from the water was cracking.

My heart stopped.

I had but a mere second to hold my breath before the glass gave way. A crucial action which determined the next few minutes of my life. The water forced itself into my pod like a tidal wave, slamming me brutally onto the floor.

It was so cold and I almost gasped for air. Now that would be a mistake. I pressed my lips shut, my eyes too. I could feel fatigue working on me, but i had to keep going.

Using my good hand, i fumbled towards the broken window, which was quite impossible with my eyes closed. By now I could tell that the pod was slowly sinking in the water, it was almost completely submerged. This was bad. I could only hold my breath for so long! I just needed to get out of the pod and swim to the surface.

Easy, right?

I latched on what I figured was the controls and ignoring the pain in my arm, pulled myself towards the window with both hands. My entire body screamed with the effort, blood swirling with the rushing cold water stealing any warmth I previously had.

I'm not sure how I done it, but I managed to get out through the window, the broken glass slicing into my sides and legs.

With the last bit of energy I began to swim upwards to the surface. My lungs were screaming, begging for air. My legs were cramping from their misused, my head pounding as every cell in my body was screaming for oxygen. I kept swimming upwards despite my head feeling like it was going to explode. I was too close to give up. Just a few more strokes and I would make it.

Once I broke the surface I gulped, greedily, for air. It hurt to breath, but that didn't stop me from sucking in as much oxygen as my body seemed fit. Relief washed over me, followed by a sense of accomplishment-which didn't last long as I observed my surroundings, my laboured breathing the only sounds to be heard except for the gently swishing of the water.

It was so bright, so daunting to be surrounded by so much light. I had to squint my eyes to allow them to adjust.

I was struggling to keep myself above the water. Coughing and sputtering i looked around me to see nothing but water. It didnt end, as far as the eye could see.

I was diffitly in a sea, but that was as much I could tell. I didnt even know what planet i was on for Gods sake! Or why, so suddenly my pod went into hyper-speed and crashed me in the middle of no where. Why was it soo sudden? Did something change the control settings? Had some signal forced my immobile pod to self-active? There was a mystery brewing here, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I couldn't think about that now though. I needed to find land, and fast.

I was so cold. The water was slicing at my skin, pricking ice that sent tingling sensations through my arms and legs.

Im so tired. I could feel darkness creeping in, but i had to keep myself afloat.

Maneuvering onto my back so that i floated on the surface, I tried to calm my laboured breathing. I just needed to calm myself down.

Breath in and out. In and out, innnnnnn and ouuuuuuut.

The darkness was creeping into my vision now, and i was shaking involuntarily due to the cold.

Maybe, this is how it ends? The last citizen of Murcury dies by drowning. Typical! I had to taint our sophisticated reputation by dying a pathetic death. I inwardly groaned, Papa would have been disappointed.

I was looking up at the blue-no the sky, that's a sky. I almost forgot what a sky looked like. It was so pretty, so much better that the bitter darkness I was surrounded in before. Colour was by far so much better than the perpetual black and white monocolours I was subjected to when stuck in space.

The cold actually wasn't too bad now. I actually started to feel warm? Although faintly, I could still tell i was shivering.

I also just didn't care anymore. I'm pretty sure that Papa said that this was a bad sign. Something about hypothermia? I wasn't sure, Papas spontaneous lessons were always so random that sometimes I accidently blurred the information together.

I could hear a really irritating sound coming from somewhere in the distance, it was disturbing my peace. I just wanted to rest my aching body. After so long of limited movement my recent chase for life left me with only shards of consciousness remaining, my surroundings slowly slipping away. I just wanted my last few minutes to be peaceful. Did I not deserve to rest after the universe had so wickedly sent me through an abysis, separated from my dying family-world-people, only to die eventually after accomplishing absolutely nothing? Oh how the Gods enjoy petty torment!

But nooo, there it was again. That stupid sound, buzzing away and dousing a dying ember that was my sanity! I faintly remember this humming sound coming closer, and louder before i finally gave into the darkness and embraced it with open arms. I was too tired now to even try an fight it. Too much had happened in such a short period that I didnt try to question my submitance, this was going to be the end. And, I think. . . I think I was okay with it.

So i closed my eyes.

A/N: Hiya readers, I know I'm still new to writing, but let me know how you like my story so far!

I've been trying to improve my grammar and make it more interesting 4 u guys! Enjoy , peace out!