The 8th Noble

"But how do I know who's the good ones?" Colette pleaded. "This galaxy is full of liars and cheats, and I'm just some… Some dumb little girl who has seventeen years of catching up to do."
Oh god, just the thought of it caused the realization to smack her across the head like a dump truck. It hurt, she could feel her head begin to spin as the stress kicked into high gear and began to chomp down on her nerves. Colette tensed up in her seat as she stared out across the dunes, her eyes seemingly glossing over as she floated away.
It was ironic almost that the true shock of how small she was wouldn't strike until she was back home again; once her perception of her own homeworld as a whole had been shattered into dust. She was nobody, nothing she ever did mattered.
It wasn't a bad realization, but it wasn't a comfortable one either.
"P-" She exhaled. "Please stop the car." Colette mumbled before the panic got a hold of her and she erupted in a scream. "STOP. PLEASE."
"I can't breathe."