Shortage

[Diana.Daymarova]

Is this some sort of psychic instability? Could this be social anxiety? Kath is a shy person. Why it is like this is not certain.

"G-good day."

The seat is taken. There's a silent moment. There are words to be said, but they don't come out. It is a bit awkward. Luckily Kathleen finally starts.

"I-I'm sorry for- erm... disturbing you. But t-there is an issue. Erm, I mean, I have troubles with-"

She realises how terrible and unclear the speech is. Her pale face turns tomato red. It's so shameful. However, going on is necessary.

"I need, erm, a b-better ship. Very heavy fighter class, b-because my bomber is too big."

Inside her head are constant regrets of the incorrectly formulated sentences that are said.

"T-the problem rests in my l-lack of m-money."

This frightens Kathleen over the top. The words she says make her feel like a beggar, although she's not asking for money. All she wants is a simple advice.

"W-what can I do to- erm... Or h-how do I get out of this? I-I mean what should I do n-not to have this problem?

With a racing heart and sweaty forhead, the final words are said. Emptiness is filling Kathleen's stomach. There is hate growing inside her everytime she talks with someone important. A hate towards herself. She often escapes reality and dreams how amazing it would be to live with a different personality. A peronality free of anxieties and uncertainities.

Sitting, waiting for an answer and hoping the commander actually understood are the only things to do.

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