“I...i am going to die.” 
I was there drifting for a lifetime. or as it seemed like. drifting alone.
just me...pure blackness with outlining of stars in silhouettes.
Shining and drifting.. but getting further from me.
Everything shut down. the generators.. the backup generators...the ship was under siege.
and i was paying the price for it.
Being alone is scary enough.
But how long did i have.
it seemed like forever i was already there. but was honestly not long at all.
there was no air. not even thin.
there are 4. 
Hundread.
Thousand.
Million galaxies in those stars and pure blackness in front of me.
how was the death that was chosen for me?
Was it planned.
was somebody else just around the bend...facing the same execution as I?
it doesn’t hurt. and that worries me. i’d rather it hurt.
Everything was fine. just another roll call...then everything shut off.
and i was ran out the back door. 
i never lived long enough to see what was waiting for me.
what if i was going to be grand?
what if i was going to be miserable?
and this was just a blessing.
i kicked my legs as hard as i could but it only felt worse. like something was stuck in my throat instead of the lack of oxygen in my throat.
i needed help.
but i couldn’t get it out.
i struggled trying to get the words to come out.
even a little would satisfy.
it’s not that anybody would hear it anyways.
i was completely alone.
Being afraid of the dark. and being alone.
have been two of mans biggest fear in the world. and i’m facing both at 13...facing both.
it felt shorter.
my throat. please somebody.
like my willpower was just failing.
that i was just failing.
it was the most straining feeling.
once you take away the oxygen.. you take away the faith.
you take away the girl. you take away the woman she was going to become.
you take everything.
This is not the way i wanted to go. But that i wanted to go, is the way.
Through the shining drifting stars.

Hey, thanks so much for reading, i know this might not be the BEST story i've written lol
but it got me out of my writers block and even if it's bad, it motivated me to write good stuff!!
bad stuff is good stuff cause you made stuff, right?
so here is what got me out of my writers block. 
It is only a Half original, it is a writers prompt from Max Kirin on tumblr. check him out if you have any writers advice he helped me a bunch.