WP - You Are On The Space Station and Earth Implodes

You come up here to get away from it all. You go back because you're lonely. 
 
 That's wrong, sure, but it's what was keeping me from eating the barrel of a shotgun for the past two years. 
 
 They sent me up here solo. Figured I did n't need help. Part of me wants to believe it was some sort of prank. Probably Fred, from accounting. `` Oh, send Kevin,'' he probably said, smiling like a little bitch. `` He'd love to go up by himself.'' 
 
 Well, guess what, Fred? I'm alive and you're a free-floating pile of space waste. So who's laughing now? 
 
 As per safety protocols, there are no weapons up here. No knives or guns or anything like that. There's rope, but there's no gravity to pull me downward into oblivion. So I'm stuck up here until I either starve, or get bored enough to vent the airlock. 
 
 I'm not sure if there were any other manned satellites up here. Maybe there were. Maybe they see me now, floating up here with nothing to do but stare at this newly-formed cluster of asteroids. 
 
 It's odd. I always wondered what would happen to the corpses if something like this occurred, but I always figured I'd be too dead to find out. I suppose if I kicked on the satellite's thrusters, I might be able to find out. 
 
 But then I might see Fred, free floating and cold, a smile frozen eternally on his face. 
 
 That might just ruin my day.
