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Notes: This is my first story. Please, keep it in mind, but do send me your comments !! 
            I would like to thank those who encouraged  me into writing. It is  all your fault !! :-)))
           Also, thanks to my first 'victim', Ghostwriter (who is, undoubtedly, a wonderful writer), and to Billie Stovall (who is a very special person).

"So, I wear my disguise 'till I go home at night
And turn down all the lights and then I break down and cry."
(from 'Breakdown', performed by Mariah Carey)

Inner   Walls
By Biajones 

There were no lights in the room, except for the dimness caused by the stars outside.

No sounds of any kind but the soft hum of the ship.

Someone lay in bed ... Still...

Silent tears running down their face.

Inner walls had fallen down, making the pain, which, not long ago, was so carefully hidden and under control, come to surface with a striking force.

The pain was getting sharper by the second, causing the person to curl up tight, in a vain attempt to ease it.

Eyes were wide open, but they weren't looking at anything in the room. Instead,  they were going over a lifetime ... mostly the recent past ... until the painful present ...

Thoughts were racing through the mind.

*I can go through this... just a couple of hours and I'll be safe again... I can do it.*

But that wasn't enough to let go of the pain. 

*************

Weariness finally took over, allowing some much needed sleep.

 *************

 Night was always hard ... but waking up wasn't any easier.

However, some strength could be drawn from remembering she would soon be going back to her personal safe haven.

Getting up ... a quick glance at the chronometer. *Damm it ! I slept in!*

Shift was to start in less than thirty minutes.

Even managing to take a shower and to get dressed quickly, there would be no time for breakfast.

*Well, the sooner I start working the better.*

A few seconds before the turbolift got to its destination, eyes were closed and a long deep breath was taken.

A short time... but enough to raise the inner walls again. Those walls which provided a false sense of security, control and well-being.

The doors opened. The eyes did the same soon after that.

Ready for one more day.

A step into the bridge ...

Biajones - 1999

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