Post by Muffin Button on Jul 4, 2020 13:45:17 GMT -5
Character you wish to be: Chronoa
Planet you want to start on: Toffit
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Silence, there was something deep about it. As if it held a hidden meaning for her, she lived her day to day life in search of the quiet, peaceful times that came so rarely. These times were precious to her, allowed her the time she needed to rebuild herself ready to face the world once more.
She sat, bathed in the calm stillness going through the events of the day, trying to get her mind back to something which would resemble order but on this occasion something wasn’t right. She knew silence, she knew it well. She would describe her relationship with silence as intimate, she knew the depths, the peace and even the sounds that silence made when she retreated to her room for peace. This silence was wrong! There was no peace or calm, this silence felt angry and chaotic. The sound of this silence was deafening, it felt as if something was trying to crush her at the core of her being.
Something was trying to crush her, something was right there with her, she could sense it. Her eyes snapped open and darted across the room searching for the intruder.... Nothing! Her room was empty. She could feel herself shaking, her whole body was tense, her muscles on fire from being held tight. Taking a breath, she realised that her hands were hurting, holding them out in front of her she saw that she had clenched her fists so tightly that her nails had cut through the palms of her hands, blood was trickling freely across her pale skin. She took a sip of water and as she swallowed the taste hit her and she gagged. She looked at the water in her glass, it looked as if there was smoke swirling around inside the water, it was a dirty grey colour. She sniffed the water warily, what that smell was she had no idea but if she had to describe it, she would simply say fear. Pouring the contents of the glass into the sink and running the tap for a moment everything seemed normal. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks, she had been very stressed out recently. She refilled her glass, sniffed and tasted the water, normal.
She cleaned up the blood and the cuts on her hands, knowing that she needed to meditate and soon to avoid it happening again.
She returned to her chair, closed her eyes once again and began to focus on her mind. This was something that the nuns taught her to do when things got too much for her. There had been some ‘incidents’ at the orphanage while she was growing up, since then she made sure she had time to meditate every day to keep her grip. She cleared her head of all thought, relaxed her body and in her mind stepped into the silence. Once again, the familiar, calming silence took over and she continued with her task of maintaining her mind.
As always, she lost track of time, for her this was a demanding but necessary task. Reality rushed into her head as if waking from a dream and there she was, sat in her room as if nothing had happened. She looked at her hands, smooth skin and slight traces of blood but no cuts, not even a scratch. She had no way of explaining how this worked or what it was that happened to her but one thing she was certain of; she had to keep control.