Core Matters (Closed)

[Flamebird]

Her muscles did ache. They were tight, caught up in self defensive flight response. Her feelings of her own body returned and disassociation steadily melted away. Nevin was calm, reassuring. No wonder he reminded her of her late cousin. She reached out, hand shaky and pale. She took his hand, still numb. Unable to feel the pressure she put on him, she may have squeezed a little bit too hard as she pulled herself up. Briefly, dizziness overtook her. She grasped Nevin’s shoulders, steadying herself as she cried out in shock.

She grimaced, her balance returning. As she stood still, she attempted to stretch. A bit uncoordinated, yet easily slipping into the exercises. She regularly worked out, thus these stretches were common to her. The muscle memory was sharp as she moaned, “Is it time to take those blood thinners?”

She had been recently prescribed a set of blood thinners to help with her not-so-liquid blood. She had nuclear powers that practically ravaged her body. Her magic affinity helped her to cope, yet the anger and bleed based powers still proved to be potentially fatal. She was lucky she found Nevin when she did, as even heart attack or stroke was likely. She somehow had not developed bad enough blood cots…

Even now, more questions flooded her mind. Eyes wide in a faded fear, she used the bed to continue stretching her muscles out. “N-Nevin, I-“

She grunted, putting her feet against the floor. Her memories still felt fresh. Heavy emotion laid upon her as she resisted the urge to cry. No, she needed to get her thoughts out in a clear, concise manner. She rubbed her eyes, attempting to push through the lump in her throat.

“Jonathan…” She mumbled, “My un-un-cle-“ She paused, swallowing. Tears started to trickle down her face as she rasped, “Water?”

Nevin got her water. She gulped it down, soothing the tightness in her throat. She then blurted it out, “Ayleth! Everything! She-“ Time ran out on her emotion clock. She broke down. She placed her free hand on her knee, bending over as she sobbed. “All over again!”

She lifted her arm, violently throwing the glass down. The glass shattered loudly on the cold floor. She hardly seemed to care, caught up in internal crises. Anger screamed through her red face as she continued to wail, “Why?! Why now! Curses! Curses!” The shattered glass was tattered into pieces, like her psyche. The girl experienced approximately three years worth of trauma in a series of blurred dreams, all over again. She was confused, terrified. She fell back on the bed as she cried out, “What’s happening? Nevin! What’s happ-ppen-ening to me?”

Her hands fell over her face, back heaving.