Eventhough TAPOPS station has been destroyed, all of the main five still receives missions from another planets to galaxies. They have also encountered new adventures together.

But there are various occasions that each one of them had noticed their obvious flaws. Obvious flaws which turned into insecurities. Insecurities which led them sulking at night when everyone seems to go to sleep. Insecurities which they didn't know have welcomed depression.

Today was one of those day offs which the boys will gather up and play games in their room. Since Gopal and Boboiboy share the same room, Fang will come by to compete on the multiplayer round of the phenomenal alien game he had suggested. It instantly clicked Boboiboy and Gopal tastes and even commented, "This is even way better than Captain Papa Zola's game!" Because of that, they never leave the room.

To Yaya, today seemed to be unusual because Ying agreed to hang out with her in the kitchen.

She looked at her beside her, playing the ingredients absentmindedly on the table. "It's nice of you to accompany me baking some cookies, Ying!" She exclaimed brightly. "You don't have anything to do in your room?"

She pouted remembering her boredom, "I have finished sticking the post stamps I have collected on Earth on one of my journals. I cannot find any post stamps on the planets we have missions to, so it kinda gets boring."

"Oh. That's bad. How about doodling?" She asked.

"Naah. I'm not in the mood," Ying started cleaning the table.

"Really? Coz you used to draw on your journal everything that's been making you happy," Yaya raised a worried eyebrow to her.

That was before. "I don't know actually. Lately, I just feel... I don't know. I guess I'm just tired?" She thought for a moment, but something inside her protested.

"Hmmmm. How about video games?"

She huffed, "They're all unfair! The boys won't let me in the game. Besides, I think spending time with you will help me," Wiping off the spilt sugars and flours, she went to the sink.

"Help you what?" Yaya asked, curious. Does her friend has a problem?

Ying was cut in her trance, "I'm sorry, what did I said, Yaya?"

"You said spending time with me will help you." Her friend repeated. "Why? Are you feeling sick?" She walked closer to her small friend and touched her forehead. "You're body temperature is normal tho."

She gave off a deep sigh which made Yaya worried. When she noticed how her friend's face had becoming worried, Ying waved her hands in front of her. "Oh! Nothing! I think I'm just really tired at all."

"Well, you should've just stayed in the room." The pink hijab girl put her hands on her hips in a sassy way, chiding her best friend.

But it's so lonely in there. The silence is pushing me to do something strange lately. Being alone seemed to awaken the negativity inside. "Naaaaaah!" She waved her off, "I want to help you, okay?"

Yaya gave her another worried look, "Lately you're becoming weird, Ying. I'm worried for you."

She started washing the dishes that her friend made. "Girl, you should mind your biscuits in the oven. I think they're getting burned."

Hearing that, Yaya hastily ran towards to oven to check her masterpiece. "Hey! They're still in the process!"

They laugh at each other but Ying's attention was then transferred to what she was doing. Washing the bowls and some spoons, her mind started to wander off.

She suddenly thought about the things which made her feel useless. To start of, her Time powers. She still haven't mastered them because doing so requires a great drain of her energy. She thought about Gopal. Even though he can't notice it, he had improvements on his Molecule Manipulation Power. He just have to get off the panic in his mind and he'll be powerful. Yaya, too, had also been strong together with Fang and Boboiboy. Their powers had always been useful, either for defense or attacks. They seldom need backups. Unlike her, she could order the time to slow down or make it fast, but like the latter, it can just mostly be for defense. And recharging energy have also been her problem.

You're useless. Someone would always whisper at the back of her mind. Sometimes she would fight them off by also battling inside her that she can be useful too, not now but maybe someday. But today seemed to be unusual for she was agreeing absentmindedly.

Holding out the knife, she look at the cutting edge of it. Sharp. She ignored the voice inside her.

Yaya was tapping on the table while she was waiting for her cookies to be baked. Humming, her sight landed from the oven to her friend's back. Looking out, she noticed that something had been bothering Ying bit she couldn't make out. It seems like her friend was spacing out lately, which was quite unusual for she was usually loud and cheerful. She saw her scrubbing at something. She whispered to herself, "The mixture maybe had hardened?"

Ying continued scrubbing its edge until she felt something pricking on her palm. Seconds after that, she blinked when she noticed the red substance travelling down her hands. It felt warm and at the same time, it stings. Probably because of the lubricant she used to clean the sharp knife.

She held out her palm and scrunched her brows if she was seeing things. But then, she heard Yaya's scream, "YING WHAT HAPPENED!"

That was when she realized that the wound is stinging deeply on her palm. Ying winced in pain as she dropped the sharp object on the sink and washed her hand on the running water.

When Yaya was beside her, she saw the dishes were covered by her friend's blood. She gasps, fighting off the urge of fainting. "Ying!"

The Chinese girl began to shed a tear, her panic meeting her Malaysian friend. "Yaya, will I die?" She knew it was just a cut, but it was also deep that it opened a deep cut on her right palm. She was in panic!

Pinching out the rushing blood, Yaya have to ran to the nearby first aid kit in the kitchen. "Continue to wash it with water. I- I'll be back, okay?"

"O-okay," she shuddered at the thought of becoming pale because of blood loss. And the sting was still pricking inside her palm. She did not realize that she was crying as she cleaned her wound one more time, as blood continued to gush out.

When Yaya came back, she saw her lips went pale and she panicked again, "Ying! Ying! Are you okay? Are you okay?!" She repeated, her head hammering at the sight of blood.

Ying was nodding, but was surprised to notice that her friend was afraid of the sight of blood.

Yaya gently reached out to cover her bleeding palm with the bandages she found in the kit. "Th-This should help the bleeding, right? Am I doing this right, right?" Her tone was panicking as she shudders at the constant dripping of the red substance on the floor. "Ying? Ying? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am fine." She nodded. "How about you? I think you need more help than mine."

"No, I am fine! You're the one who's bleeding!" Ying couldn't help but chuckle as she heard her chiding, "Don't give me that!"

Someone barged in the room, "Yaya! Ying! Are my snacks still in the frid---" Gopal stopped at the sight of Yaya hastily bandaging something at Ying's hand. "What's wro-" he noticed the red color against the pure color of the bandage.

"ALAMAK!" Realizing this, he freaked out. Holding his hands on his head and screamed as he ran away, "WAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Yaya's sweat was travelling on her face but it was absorbed by her hijab. No matter what she do, the red substance constantly keeps on gushing out. Thankfully, after almost applying all of the rough bandage, the bleeding slowly died down.

She was panting, "Ying, are you okay?" She repeated again. "You're pale."

"No. You're the one who is paler between us. You don't like blood!"

"Shut up, Ying! You're supposed to be in pain,"

"I am not. Well, I was but not now. I was just surprised."

"WHAT HAPPENED HERE!" the ferocious tone of Laksamana Tarung rang in the room.

Commander Kokoci and Papa Zola ran next to the girls. Papa Zola almost wanted to scream at the sight of the blood, "In the name of Justice, what happened here?" Boboiboy, Fang and Gopal entered the scene.

"I was just washing the dishes and the knife---" Ying started to explain as Boboiboy came running towards them.

"That's what you'll pay for being careless!" Tarung chided, making the teens surprised.

"I'm sorry, Admiral," Ying said, looking down at the floor with her blood.

This time, the bandage was almost soaked with her blood, "It must be deep. Go to the infirmary, now!" Kokoci commanded hastily.

It was really not a bother. Looking on the current blank pages of her journal, Ying winced at getting her right hand to touch the pen. She can still draw doodles, but this time, it was becoming hard.

She looked out the window and was greeted by the night sky outside TEMPUR-A station. The room she shared with Yaya and Shielda was not really dark which still gave her a chance to see what she was doing. Both were sleeping soundly to which Ying thought was midnight. She couldn't understand why lately she have lost interest in sleeping when she badly needs it to grow taller. Dear journal, Lately I feel that everything I do is wrong.

Growing taller also means growing up physically, right? And growing physically would mean that she would be mature, like everyone ahead of her, right?

She is a bright girl, and can catch up almost everything, even competing. But lately, she sensed a sudden change inside of her. And she was scared if it would one day change her. Maybe this is part of growing up?

Yawning silently, she remembered someone whom she always feel bad to. With his glaring and annoying eyes, he constantly roll his eyes on her. Red eyes that are belittling her blue ones. She also heard him mutter, "Weak. It's not that even deep. Ha," as he left the infirmary.

Shielda was the one who tended her wound because Yaya had to go back to the kitchen and check her cookies, but she promised to get back very quick, to which she did.

"It doesn't hurt now." She suddenly muttered as Shielda's serious stare landed at her.

Her voice was deep and serious, but was gentle Ying had to wonder how could she managed that, "What has gotten into your mind? It seemed like you have all the world to be angry at the knife that you ended up cutting your palm."

She chuckled, she started swinging her legs, hiding something from everyone, "Nothing. I was just scrubbing the filth out."

"It's good that the bleeding has stopped,"

"Thanks, Kak Shielda." She beamed at her more brightly when she saw her serious face smiling back at her.

Tonight, looking at her bandaged hand, touching it a countless times made her conclude that it was swollen. She sighed and plopped herself on the bed, "Haaaah. I'm sure this will get in the way for the missions to come."

You really are careless. She heard Tarung's voice rang in her head.

Weak, Shrimp. She remembered Fang giving her a cold stare.

Something inside her chest stung and even in the dark room, Ying still hides her tears by her left arm, sniffing silently.

"Why am I feeling so negative? What has happened to me? Why does these tears won't stop? I feel that something inside hurts." She let her hot tears travel down, still sniffing silently. She moved her injured hand, but it was surprising that the pain inside her chest hurts more than her physical pain. "Aaaaaaaa. But I also wanted to try it again, maybe soon. It doesn't hurt that much actually,"

Yaya was hearing her friend's silent sniffs. She wanted to comfort her, but something inside her told her to leave her be. Yaya gripped her pillow and felt a pain inside her. Maybe she would talk this out to her this morning.

The next morning, the answer had somehow calmed her. "Oh! Really?" She was glad that her usual cheerful and loud tone was back. Ying gave her a friendly slap on her shoulder using her left hand, "Don't tell anyone that this hurt last night."

Yaya beamed at her and gave her a tight hug for almost 30 seconds. This had surprised Ying but she hugged her back, too. "Don't worry, Yaya. It's not that deep."

Oh, it will be soon. You haven't realized that you're just starting. Someone laughed inside her head.

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The story had gone into a depressing one and it's part of growing up.

I'm keeping my best to make this story 'feel' realistic because you can't expect life to be great and sunny.

Also, I highlighted in here that Fang always bully Ying being weak and short. Oh man. I'm just loving this. *eats a rock* Aaaaaah!

Thanks for reading.