Antoir Setrrin
I've Met My End
The woman thrashed. Flailed around in her sleep, whimpering as she did. Dreams were haunting her, tearing at her mind. But were they just dreams? Or memories the lass had lost after her crash? Turning each and every way she shuddered, sweat exiting her pores. Inside her head she watched a metal man tell her she had been lied to. He told her that the one she had held so close and dear to her had betrayed her. And that, that made her angry. Furious even. On the outside, at least.
On the inside? On the inside she was simply, and utterly, hurt.
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Letting out a short scream I shot up, casting my blanket aside. Quickly I scanned the room, expecting to see an intruder of some sorts. There was no one in there except for me. Must have been another dream... just another dream... God, those horrible nightmares had been plaguing me since I woke up. The doctors had warned me that my mind might try to piece together what it couldn't remember. I just hadn't thought it would happen like this. Sweating in my sleep wasn't something I was terribly fond of.
Letting out a short scream I shot up, casting my blanket aside. Quickly I scanned the room, expecting to see an intruder of some sorts. There was no one in there except for me. Must have been another dream... just another dream... God, those horrible nightmares had been plaguing me since I woke up. The doctors had warned me that my mind might try to piece together what it couldn't remember. I just hadn't thought it would happen like this. Sweating in my sleep wasn't something I was terribly fond of.
Relaxing a bit I rubbed my forehead with my right hand, wiping some of the sweat off. Gross. I'm definitely going to take a shower before breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, I'm really hungry... Apparently facing the truth in dreams works up an appetite. If only I actually knew where the food was... For the last few days I've been on a strange planet, who's name I have forgotten, living with an old friend of mine. A friend that I don't remember much about. But there was something about Circe that made me think I could trust her. Or at least there had been.
TH3 R4V3N'S W1N9 F1I3S N0 M0R3, 4R1S3 4 ST4R1I9HT V1CT0R. Turns out that password was for a holo-journal. One of many I kept. Before my departure to this world I was allowed to gather possessions from my apartment and ship. I found a few journals, though many had passwords I couldn't remember. Those I could use were packed and taken here. So far I'd tried to avoid sleep, and stayed up reading entries as long as I could. Most of the more recent ones were boring, depicting me as a simple soldier and part-time tattoo artist. Somewhere between journals 4 and 6 something major happened. There are a few references in 6 of some big betrayal, different from the one 3 and 4 hint at.
Things discussed in 4, along with logic and a gut feeling, lead me to believe that an employer or close 'friend' lied to me and used to me. To my knowledge, at least. Based off that, and what else I've learned of my past... Ms. Savan seems like the only person that could have hurt me that bad. Which worries me, for obvious reasons. I had been started to avoid her, going to servants for directions instead of asking my host... I can't do that anymore though. I have to confront her, ask her what happened before I supposedly disappeared. Unless someone faked my journals, I was pretty active prior to my accident. That means I was probably purposely ignoring her...
Sighing I slipped out of bed, running a hand through my now short hair. Removing my shirt I stared into the mirror... There were so many scars from so many battles... Tattoos covered most of my arms, some were spread across my back as well... When I went to step towards the bathroom my knee buckled, sending me crashing to the floor with a grunt. Ever since the speeder crash my knees were s**t, and unreliable. I think Circe had mentioned possibly fixing them, but I wanted to try to get better naturally first. I've had enough surgeries and procedures for ten lifetimes, at least. Maybe even a dozen.
"Stupid karking knees..." I muttered, still just laying on the floor. Letting out a sigh of defeat I stayed there, not having the will power to get back up. Then a chuckle left my lips as I imagined a servant coming to check on me, and just seeing me laying there, half naked. It would be less funny if Circe walked in, but she would be able to provide more assistance. And I did need to talk to her anyway... "Circe!... Yo Circe!" I called, my voice not nearly as loud as I had wanted it to be. Oh well, someone was bound to come... Hopefully. If they didn't I would have to drag myself back onto the bed or something.
@[member="Circe Savan"]