22nd Day of Summer 510AV
Today hadn’t been the worst day so far, jobwise. No one had treated her with any real hostility, rather they were indifferent to her. Somehow she had managed to get her two meals on time, and for once she actually felt full enough to go without that ache in the pit of her stomach that she knew so well. She was much to skinny already. Her bones stuck out noticeably, especially her ribcage. Krisa was used to looking and feeling awful. She hadn’t seen a mirror in days, but her short hair was of very low maintenance. For now, sundown was approaching fast, and her internal dramatics were waking up for the night. In her head, people called her name in omnipresent voices. She though about finding a place to sleep tonight, and ended up just drifting into her own personal no-man’s-land instead.
Barely looking at her surrounds, she walked and listened to the voices that yelled danger at every turn, cranking up her paranoia until she had to stop and clutch the sides of her head. A sudden and intense migraine seared behind her ears and migrated it’s way through her temples. And she’d been having such an average day!
Behind her she could vaguely hear the sounds of obnoxious voices chanting back and fourth in groups. She was so befuddled, that she simply did not comprehend that one of them had addressed her. ‘Danger!’ ‘Enemies!’ ‘Run!’, her voices chanted in her own head. She’d grown accustomed to taking whatever they said as lies, so still she did not respond to what was an angry Inarten male in front of her. Not until he slapped her.
Bewildered, she looked up at his angry features, and practically melted into the floor with fear. There was not just one, but many of them. One…two… three. Three of them, all staring at the Dek. “Wha…What?” She breathed, meaning to ask what he had said. The rest of them began to laugh. It was a horrid sound. Something she heard in her nighmares. But that just might be her messed up mind exaggerating everything. The Inarten male who wasn’t laughing pushed her hard “Havn’t you been listening to me Dek? I told you to watch where you petching stop in the middle of the street”
Krisa hadn’t expected the blow. It had sent her sprawling onto the floor backwards, and knocked the wind from her lungs. “Get the petch up, Dek” One of them spat. She had no choice, She got to her feet. They’d formed a circle around her now. Like vultures circling their prey, waiting for it to fall. “Please! I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful” That brought laughter to they cruel eyes again and once again she found herself knocked to the ground again. This time her head hit the hard stone beneath her, making a horrible sound. Again, she was told to get up, but Krisa could barely thing. The last blow had near shattered what strength she had. Instead, she just closed her eyes, and covered her face, waiting for their boots to connect with her stomatch.
Barely looking at her surrounds, she walked and listened to the voices that yelled danger at every turn, cranking up her paranoia until she had to stop and clutch the sides of her head. A sudden and intense migraine seared behind her ears and migrated it’s way through her temples. And she’d been having such an average day!
Behind her she could vaguely hear the sounds of obnoxious voices chanting back and fourth in groups. She was so befuddled, that she simply did not comprehend that one of them had addressed her. ‘Danger!’ ‘Enemies!’ ‘Run!’, her voices chanted in her own head. She’d grown accustomed to taking whatever they said as lies, so still she did not respond to what was an angry Inarten male in front of her. Not until he slapped her.
Bewildered, she looked up at his angry features, and practically melted into the floor with fear. There was not just one, but many of them. One…two… three. Three of them, all staring at the Dek. “Wha…What?” She breathed, meaning to ask what he had said. The rest of them began to laugh. It was a horrid sound. Something she heard in her nighmares. But that just might be her messed up mind exaggerating everything. The Inarten male who wasn’t laughing pushed her hard “Havn’t you been listening to me Dek? I told you to watch where you petching stop in the middle of the street”
Krisa hadn’t expected the blow. It had sent her sprawling onto the floor backwards, and knocked the wind from her lungs. “Get the petch up, Dek” One of them spat. She had no choice, She got to her feet. They’d formed a circle around her now. Like vultures circling their prey, waiting for it to fall. “Please! I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful” That brought laughter to they cruel eyes again and once again she found herself knocked to the ground again. This time her head hit the hard stone beneath her, making a horrible sound. Again, she was told to get up, but Krisa could barely thing. The last blow had near shattered what strength she had. Instead, she just closed her eyes, and covered her face, waiting for their boots to connect with her stomatch.
