The italics are thoughts, unless they are in the middle of dialogue. It starts a little abruptly, but please bare with me.
She collapsed, falling to the ground even as she desperately clutched the window sill. Not now. She thought silently, forcing her words to remain unspoken. Oh please, not now. I've barely started to live. But she knew it didn't matter. Her existence had a single purpose. To make her father stop denying what he knew to be true. He was beginning to accept. She was beginning to die. Her life of feeling, of freedom, had only started two weeks ago. She had only been living, breathing, eating, sleeping for two weeks. Talking to people other than her father had been such a luxury, such a wonderful thing. And being able to feel emotion? It was like coming out of a cave to the bright light you had always known about but never ventured to. But none of those things mattered now. A voice in her ear, "Are you alright? Are you alright?" she couldn't make herself recognize it. No. Never again. Alright is a state I can't possess anymore. She began to cough up the blood that was blocking her breathing, but her eyes must have been dead. She couldn't see anymore. Images flashed before her eyes, worried faces, they've only known me two weeks and they're worried. None of it meant anything to her. Life was losing meaning as she was losing life. All of it faded away, screaming at her but being eerily silent at the same time, and everything was numb and bland and she couldn't feel the color anymore.
She woke in a room of white. She knew it was the sickbay of the ship. She was surprised to find that it had a window, facing the planet she had said she was from. A half-truth. As the man who imagined her, who formed her in his subconscious to make him admit what he refused to see was her father, this planet that had given her solidity, which had given her life, was her mother. She pushed up and ignored the pain of her dying body to put a hand to the window. I suppose this is what's right. I don't belong. I was never meant to live. I was supposed to be as his brain dictated, I was never supposed to be free and alive and breathing and wanting and needing and
I don't want to die! I DON'T WANT TO DIE. But she was dying. She was not going to make it through another two hours, and even as she began to hear the beep-beep-beep of the monitors, as the room began to surface, she knew it was too late. Nothing would save her now.
The door opened, and so many people came through, worried for me she thought. They don't even know what I am. I don't even know. Their faces all radiated concern, as they came through one by one, obviously ordered to not all go in at once by the doctor. She felt the pain as more of a dull ache now, but it didn't matter, it didn't matter, because she wanted to spend her last moments with all these people who had been so nice to her. She could see in their eyes the truth she knew too well. Some gave her watery, weary smiles; some merely looked pale and sad. A few, those who had come to mean the most to her in those past two weeks, just cried.
She sensed her father coming before she saw him. The pain died down a bit, but so did her heart rate. So did her breathing. He came closer and she was dying more and their eyes met and they knew. Understanding passed between the two as he closed the door and they just stared at each other. He stood by her and took her hand and she felt herself so oddly alive even as she began to slip away more and her parents were the only things she saw. A planet to give her a body. A man to give her a soul. To give her a purpose. Once the purpose was fulfilled completely she would die. She knew there were no more questions, not anymore, about whether or not she could live on her own now that she had a living breathing body. No was her answer, given to her by the pain, the blood, the slow loss of the sanity she had been blessed with even though it was too short. Not enough time. Never enough time. Too many reservations. Too much constantly in the way, danger every day has to be ignored or there's no peace and peace of some sort is necessary for life and she was falling, falling-
"I guess this is goodbye, then?" Her father's voice broke through, gruff and a little emotional. More than she had expected. She was a nuisance, something that had, because it was designed to, annoyed him to no end about things he didn't want to admit to himself. She wondered if this meant that he loved her now. She decided he cared. He may not love her, but he cared. He was, after all, her creator. It was his job to care, she decided. He didn't look away from her the whole time. She knew what he saw. Her entire body had been composed specifically to make him most at ease and honest. She was supposed to be a part of him. So if he was honest with her, then he was being honest with himself. That would, hopefully, get him to admit his secret without having to pry it open and shove it in his face
that approach hadn't worked, anyway. So now, when he saw her, he saw a young girl, who resembled many of the female figures in his life. She possessed characteristics of many people he had admired and trusted. All a ploy by his own mind. But she wasn't a part of him as she had been before. They remained connected, but this was different from before. Everything is different now she thought.
"Yes. This is goodbye. You've finally come to accept that which you've been denying. It was my only purpose to make sure you did. Now that you have-"
"I'm going to miss you." Caught off guard again, she just stared and stared into his eyes until she found the words that fought for freedom on her tongue.
"I thought you didn't want me. I was too much of a nuisance." She couldn't help but think of all the dirty looks he'd given her before she was real, before she could be seen by others, before she could feel.
"At first, when you were just a figment of my imagination, that was true. But once you became real
I started to
I wanted you around. You've even got a personality. You've been around for months, and I'm so used to you I don't know what it's going to be like once you're gone."
"It was always going to be temporary."
"But it's different now. You aren't just disappearing. You're dying. You aren't just some fake girl my mind created, you're my daughter. Before, you talked about getting me to admit
it as your only goal, everything revolved around that and you were so different. An emotionless shell. You could fake emotion, but you couldn't feel it. But now
She gave him a bitter smile. "Of course I'm scared. I'm
human, I suppose," she said glancing at the planet that had created her. It wasn't earth, but that didn't seem to make a difference. She looked human, at any rate. "I feel now. I feel joy, and anger and pain." Her voice began to rise as her emotions began to overflow. "I feel love and hate and I have needs and wants and nothing is the same everything is brighter and sharper and distinct. It all has meaning that I never saw and I'm losing it all again." Her voice was full of the agony she felt, as her newly made heart ripped itself into shreds- literally and figuratively. Death was coming faster. She felt it start to wrap its cord around her, felt it tug at her soul- the newly minted soul that had yet to live- and she wished she'd never been born. Never woken up in the cold muddy ground of the planet that had birthed her, never walked or talked or breathed or thought. She wished it all away for oblivion. She didn't feel as though it was worth the pain.
"I'm sorry." Her father was looking at her as though he was in agony too and he might have been. She was a part of him. She was dying. Maybe he felt it too.
"It isn't your fault. It's just circumstance. If you weren't semi-telepathic, if you hadn't inadvertently created me, if you hadn't moved toward this planet, if it wasn't a planet that appears to enhance telepathy, if, if, if. Just a series of strange circumstances that led to me having life." She couldn't stop the sigh.
"This is my end father. My purpose is served. It's my time to die. With each passing second you get closer to complete acceptance. I can feel it. I'm slipping away." She was. The only thing that she could focus on were his eyes, everything else was blurry. She heard nothing but his voice, felt nothing but his hand surrounding hers as she died. She put her arm around his neck and moved her mouth to his ear before she whispered the words she knew would be her last.
"Thank you. You better live happily with your love, for me. For you." Then she felt a final jolt in her chest and suddenly everything intensified and all she could hear was a loud BEEEEEEP that never ended and voices coming through and then her father's face and the planet that birthed her were the last things she saw as it all faded out.
But at least she got her wish.