B R O K E N
It had taken time to recover. Time for wounds to heal, even after being tended to on scene and off, but it had been done. And with minimal scarring too. The scar on her thigh was pretty rough considering the piece of durasteel that had gone right through her leg, but it was the easiest one to hide at least. All in all, physical healing had been the easy part. Emotional healing on the other hand, was another matter entirely.
There was no more light at the end of Eenia’s misguided tunnel. No bright spot for her to reach out and grasp hold of to help steer her in the right direction. The blonde didn’t even bother with a façade anymore. What was the point? There were no bright, infectious smiles, no contagious giggles, nothing. No, there was just an empty, voided, aqua-colored stare.
And who could blame her, really? Eenia had lost everything that had been important to her. Everything that had held meaning in her life. And she had lost something that would have brought new meaning to her life as well, not that she ever planned to talk to anyone about that, ever, and the healers were sworn to patient confidentiality. There was literally nothing left for her. Nothing.
Yet she still went on about her days. Void, empty, and more or less like a reanimated corpse, but she was at least not closed up in her room, in the dark, brooding or doing much worse things. In fact, she was doing productive things, though they weren’t helping her much in healing emotionally. Mentally however, she was at least keeping herself in shape. She had severed the connection she had, had with more than one person, for more than one reason. Mostly because thinking about them was hard enough, much less anything else having to do with any of them. And not having those connections untied her from a plethora of further emotion she just wasn’t equipped to handle right now – if ever.
Betrayal once was bad enough. Shattering promises and betraying her a second time? Unforgivable offense.
But those were things Eenia was trying to push aside today. She had ventured down to one of the training rooms with every intention of clearing her head and focusing on anything other than the things she had gone through recently. She was still able to throw practice dummies around without lifting a finger, and she could still move herself from one place to another with a snap of displaced air – though only did that once for personal reasons that had immediately made her nauseated afterwards. So she pressed on, testing her Force stun, her telekinesis, just the simple things that didn’t take much effort for her, but kept her mind busy regardless.
The busier she was, the less she had to think. Thinking was not her safe place, by any means. It lead her to dark places, filled with emotions that scared her. And so, she continued to mull through her days and keep her mind busy, usually even at the cost of sleeping and eating up until it became a must. But right now she had yet to reach that point again – yet.
[member="Kat Decoria"]
There was no more light at the end of Eenia’s misguided tunnel. No bright spot for her to reach out and grasp hold of to help steer her in the right direction. The blonde didn’t even bother with a façade anymore. What was the point? There were no bright, infectious smiles, no contagious giggles, nothing. No, there was just an empty, voided, aqua-colored stare.
And who could blame her, really? Eenia had lost everything that had been important to her. Everything that had held meaning in her life. And she had lost something that would have brought new meaning to her life as well, not that she ever planned to talk to anyone about that, ever, and the healers were sworn to patient confidentiality. There was literally nothing left for her. Nothing.
Yet she still went on about her days. Void, empty, and more or less like a reanimated corpse, but she was at least not closed up in her room, in the dark, brooding or doing much worse things. In fact, she was doing productive things, though they weren’t helping her much in healing emotionally. Mentally however, she was at least keeping herself in shape. She had severed the connection she had, had with more than one person, for more than one reason. Mostly because thinking about them was hard enough, much less anything else having to do with any of them. And not having those connections untied her from a plethora of further emotion she just wasn’t equipped to handle right now – if ever.
Betrayal once was bad enough. Shattering promises and betraying her a second time? Unforgivable offense.
But those were things Eenia was trying to push aside today. She had ventured down to one of the training rooms with every intention of clearing her head and focusing on anything other than the things she had gone through recently. She was still able to throw practice dummies around without lifting a finger, and she could still move herself from one place to another with a snap of displaced air – though only did that once for personal reasons that had immediately made her nauseated afterwards. So she pressed on, testing her Force stun, her telekinesis, just the simple things that didn’t take much effort for her, but kept her mind busy regardless.
The busier she was, the less she had to think. Thinking was not her safe place, by any means. It lead her to dark places, filled with emotions that scared her. And so, she continued to mull through her days and keep her mind busy, usually even at the cost of sleeping and eating up until it became a must. But right now she had yet to reach that point again – yet.
[member="Kat Decoria"]