YOU ARE A MISTAKE; how dare you think you can amount to anything more
Lisette snapped up from her bed in a heap of sheets, sweat, and a shaky disposition. She had unpacked her belongings late into the previous night, but she was still worried about that line spoken to them by the Dorm Matron when Angelica left to the dorms. The eerie feeling she had only increased as her dreams slowly shifted into nightmares. Small flashes from her past life continued to play in her mind, an unescapable labyrinth of LIsette running, hiding, or just getting beaten by her own mother.
Lisette attempted to slow her breathing, the heavy rise and fall of her chest was evident as she shook her head of the last vision. She knew she shouldn’t be too worried about her previous life, but that was twenty two years of torment and anguish she went through before she met a sad end. And even then she was still berated for not being “strong” enough to withstand a “silly” illness. As she feared, her mental health carried with her even into this new one.
But she wouldn’t let it define her. Lisette threw off the thin sheets off of her, and she made her way to the closet. She had posted a small calendar up on the wall that showed what her schedule would be one the first day of school. Her room had one window, where she placed some sheer fabric to block out most of the direct sunlight. But it was still rather dark outside. It appeared the sun had yet to make an appearance.
It’s probably around 4 or 5 AM.
Lisette mused as she pulled out the set of field activity clothing the school provided their students. A set of leggings to cover her legs, and a loose fitting blouse that had an open v-neck with two strands to close the open section. She left that part open, as the deep incline accentuated what slim chance of a cleavage she had. She grabbed two of her leather wristbands, and placed them on her left wrist, the one with two faded white lines running jagged on the wrist.
Even in this world sins aren’t forgiven, even attempted ones. Lisette thought sadly and flexed her hands accordingly.
She grabbed some running shoes and slipped them over what she had associated as socks, she passed through her small dorm room and saw her reflection in the mirror of her small bathroom set up. She face was pale, sweat still accumulated on her brow.
I look like crap. But a morning run should help clear my mind. I believe there was a track field students had access to.
So she wiped her face with a cloth real fast, and bolted from her room. The halls were dark, and empty. She didn’t really see anyone out and about at the current moment. It was possible she was the first to awaken after a long, eventful day yesterday. Her brisk walk was not too long, as Lisette easily found her way to the track. She saw a running course in the distance, and decided that would be her morning physical activity. She began a small stretching regime, where she massaged the muscles in her calves and legs, stretched out her arms. She rolled her shoulders, and then began her long, long jog.
She ran for quite some time. Her legs ached, her arms sore from pumping them back and forth with each stride. Her chest rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern as she ran. She wasn’t counting her laps, but she knew she had to be somewhere in the twenties by now. She wasn’t a slow runner, but she also wasn’t fast. She was—average. But it did give her plenty of time to think to herself.
I still don’t know about this world, or it‘s parameters. I believe I may have met the main character of this otome game. The capture flags should be presented soon. Maybe they had already happened—ugh, I hope it went well. While I want to help progress that story, I also want to self-improve myself. I can’t be plagued by continual nightmares of the past. I think by making friends and helping all those around me will be a good step. I understand Angelica is a healer, so maybe I can start learning how to craft a tool for her. Luna—I don’t know much about her, but I hope to learn about her soon. In time, I’m sure. Veronika is the student council president so maybe I can make her something of a planner... it might help her organize her day. Although she may already have one. But maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have another?
Lisette ran further, almost to the point where her joints started to complain. As she passed the ”finish/start” line, she made it a point to stop and gauge her surroundings. The sun had slowly crested the horizon, as its warm light mixed with orange, yellow, and red blended in a beautiful hue of good morning dew.
“Ugh—I think I ran too much.” She said with baited breaths, her arms shakily fell to her quaking knees. She hunched slightly over to breathe slowly out from her mouth and nose. After a moment, she straightened back up and started to stretch out her already sore muscles.