@derrick-ocallaghan
Her legs were on fire, her breath clawed at her throat with every pant and her entire body was screaming for her to stop, but that only made her push her body harder, her legs pumping as she aimed to make a lap around the track. She’d learnt at a young age that ignoring certain types of pain was a matter of mind over matter. She’d suffered the inescapable pain of someone digging through your memories, and knew that pain as simple as exhaustion could be overcome. One more lap, she told herself for what seemed like the hundredth time, and she kept running until her legs buckled and she dropped to her knees pants wracking her whole body. It had been surprisingly simple to get into the high school to get to the track, she’d just jumped a couple of fences, that’d be easier to do if she didn’t still have a cast on her left arm, and avoided a single camera, but in a town like this she didn’t even know if they’d be on.
She hated that she was doing this, that she was falling back into what had been forced on her as a child, but she felt like she needed to at least a little. She hadn’t been precise when using her magic at Monster Bash, she’d hurt people by just going for it without thinking. It was as though everything they’d told her as a child was true: she was a monster, all she could do was hurt, kill and destroy. The training was helping her ignore all the thoughts running through her head, the thoughts that said she was worthless and nothing more than a monster; when she was having trouble breathing it made ignoring her head a lot easier. Unsteadily she managed to get up, her breath still ragged, and managed to get to the fence so she could lean against it.
